SILENT POET


BILL KAPAC 217 R AVENUE WEST WILDWOOD N.J. 08260
kapac5@comcast.net 02-06-2019
02-17-2019
“ SILENT POET “

PEN DANCED ACROSS WAITING PAPER, WORDS FLOWED SMOOTHLY AS FINE WINE
LIKE A SCRIPTURE CARVED IN SOLID STONE, UNTIL THE END OF TIME
EVERY DETAIL MAGNIFIED, SO CAREFULLY THOUGHT OUT
AS IF HE FOUND A SECRET, THE WORLD COULD NOT LIVE WITHOUT

HE SPENT ALL HIS TIME WRITING ALONE, HARDLY HAD A FRIEND
TALKED ONLY TO HIMSELF, IN WEIGHTED WORDS HE COULD DEPEND
THE DAYS WERE ALL THE SAME, HE RARELY SAW THE SUN
WHEN A POEM WAS FINISHED, ANOTHER JUST BEGUN

YEARS FLEW BY TOO QUICKLY, HIS WORK STACKED ON A SHELF
A LIFETIME WORTH OF WORDS, NEVER READ BY ANYONE ELSE
FATE GREETED HIM WITH DIGNITY, A WARMING IN HIS CHEST
A SMILE FOUND HIS WRINKLED FACE, HE HAD GIVEN LIFE HIS BEST

HE PONDEREDED FOR A MOMENT, LAYED DOWN HIS TRUSTY PEN
WOULDN’T NEED IT ANYMORE, HE’D NEVER WRITE AGAIN
HE STARED AT THE NOTEBOOK, FEELING ITS LAST WORD
LIKE SO MANY OTHERS, NEVER TO BE HEARD

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