Poets And Kings Of Yore! Poem by Mark Heathcote

Poets And Kings Of Yore!



A poet for me is like a ripe fruit
Pungent and at times rancid
His core, a sweet breadfruit
You want to break open avid.

Taste the world he has in store
He is the queen in a chess game
Protecting a king of yore!
His moves are swift, self-same.

He too would relinquish all honour
Fame if, it served a better purpose
He doesn't care about his demeanour.
About pawns, all that matters,
Is the real meaning, behind the prose?

Friday, October 3, 2014
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 04 October 2014

Rightly said a poet is like a ripe fruit, sweet and bitter taste of world stored in him, to taste you have to break it open avid........so nicely scripted........I loved it......Mark

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