Poets Beware

Posted: July 20, 2011 in Ramblings of a sober Poet
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the poem.( image ©Vallentine Kekana 2008)

 The applauded


Look out for her.

She stands ready.

Swirling around the corners of many young minds

Flirting with Egos

Enticing them. Exciting them.

At poems end, she shows her face

The Poet basks in her presence

Sunlight flows across dark valleys

slaying shadows of insecurities

A ugly flower sprouts. Confidence blossoms.

The poet claims the Sky and

renounces the earth from which he came.

A Self made god ,Upstaged by human weakness

Dancing with a harlot

Her thunderous voice resurrects  the all important “I”

And tells the poet that he is bigger than the Poem


 ©Richard Quaz Roodt(2011)

  1. Lerato says:

    Il let her be him…as he surrenders all my confidence and shadows it with a whim…grin that hides my embarrasment…from today he’l obey my orders il be the begining and the end…with no place for his ill,ugly,hurtful and degrading caresses…(moreworks quaz)

  2. Pat Hatt says:

    Don’t you just love the “I” with the head growing the size of a house. Great write and beware indeed.

  3. brian says:

    ah, and it is an illusion as the poet will never be bigger than the words…and if you ever think you have arrived, you are probably going backwards…nice imagery through out and nice verse…

  4. Ha! Good point. Old ugly ego is always trying to get his foot in the door some how.

    We poets must be strong and carry on despite.

  5. C Rose says:

    I enjoy how you created this on its own ‘stage’, casting the dramatic on what is our greatest inhibitor. Well done ~ Rose

  6. See this too often. Big ego’s forgetting the work, the muse, the pleasure, the pain, the comfort…all lost in the applause…
    But I do ineed applaud this piece!

    • Quaz says:

      Thanks Kellie. So true, i have fallen in love with the whole writing process again. Wrestling or Cuddling with random words and ideas until it starts resembling a poem. The hunt for applause numbs one to that.

  7. tashtoo says:

    Would life (and poetry) be so much better if we could lose the I you speak of. It is the we I cling to….A mighty potent display of true word power, poet…not that I’m trying to feed that I or anything 🙂

  8. Bodhirose says:

    It’s so true–we have to be ever vigilant about that “I”–it can get out of hand if we’re not careful. I really enjoyed this Quaz–you make a good point here and a good poem too!

  9. Jeff says:

    Ego? I haven’t one. The art is too humbling.

    Dancing with a harlot . . . now there’s an image.

    Nice poem. I like it.


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