The Poet

Avatar Author: Cariad Ceffyl Lover of Poetry, Prose, Fantasy, Nature, Spring and all things Celtic. A died in the wool hopelessly hopeless Romantic, on a journey of sorts. I write fiction although, occasionally loosely, Very loosely, influence by li... Read Bio

Alone he sits at his fated task
Deep in thought, behind his mask
Pen in hand and paper steady
To bleed his passion at the ready

Quill and Ink and words a plenty
Wisdom far past four and twenty
A mind so deep and thought provoked
At times it seems it must be cloaked

A tender heart behind the wall
Disguised but hidden not from all
He reaches out with word and rhyme
It Validates his earthly Thyme

A therapy of sorts it seems
To place the ink upon the reams
Alas another poem written
An ode to those who once were smitten.

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    We may have to start calling you the poet laureate of ficly as you write so well as to our common condition as writers.

  2. Avatar Tad Winslow

    I have have no time right now to comment. I have to say though, really wonderful.

  3. Avatar Cariad Ceffyl

    I am quite humbled at your comments THX and Tad. WOW! I don’t know what to say but Thank you!

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