A Poet's Life

A Poet’s Life

Poetry is an athletic endeavor, as we run for a crown,
Poets wrestle with words, trying to pen them down.

We run with ideas, sprint to new insights,
Pole vault to lofty and sacred heights.

We hang glide on updrafts of metaphor and rhyme,
From valley deep to the mountain tops we climb.

We bench press the weighty matters of our day,
Do free form dives, the high tower way.

We engage in pugilistic sparring with poignant punches,
Write from our gut doing abdominal crunches.

We hike on uncharted paths of a wilderness trail,
And swim in ‘gator infested canals hoping to prevail.

We bungee jump off bridges of uncertainty,
And jump hurdles on our path to eternity.

Yes, poetry is definitely an athletic endeavor,
We won’t succeed unless we train and are clever,

But before I go take my victory lap,
I’m all wore out, time for my poet’s nap !