Poet of Sort by Danielle Pierre

Poet of Sort


Once fancied myself a poet of sort;   Jumbled words I thought tall,
now come up short.

Humbled through reading the masters of verse, 
Brilliantly crafted, each word well-rehearsed.   

Inspired by true art, further I read,   Wonderment spilled from the ink their souls bled.

Refined with vigilant, thoughtful precision; 
My mind now immersed in musing vision.

O’ beautiful words, each carefully placed,   
Fervent intention artfully embraced.

Carried with great measure on wings of heart,   
Delivered with grace, literary art.

(c) Danielle Pierre, 2008