The Trap


Texte: The artist belongs to their work, not the work to the artist
– Novalis

Chains of words hold me in this obsession
The rhyme and meter an impulsive chant
To try an escape; I know that I can’t
I’m owned by words in an act of possession
I’m not imprisoned, I can freely speak
In dark moments when I’m nothing but weak
And laying it down in verse for all to see
My own words but it is they that own me
The poet caught in a versified trap
While living in fear of words with no rhyme
And forcing ink to free verse one more time
It’s not so bad, it’s a pretty good rap
When finding just the right word; verb or noun;
Exposed the truth and I’m writing it down

 

©JG Farmer 2015

Form: Pushkin’s Sonnet

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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