The Poet Cowers

… under an awning of words.

Awning

The poet cowers under an awning of words,
As the heavy rains of emotion sweep away the world

Using his poems to generate reasons,
And reasons to placate feelings

Because feelings need no reason for existence,
They only need reasons
So they can be experienced without shame

The poet seduces where possible
But most of the time
Merely barks like a dog
At nonexistent intruders

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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