“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Saturday, June 11, 2011

The Accidental Poet


This poet was born,
not from an urge to create
high literature.

The essence of life
drawn in compact form and style
found expression.

No pretensions here
only a cry from the heart
of an injured soul.

6 comments:

Patricia said...

when a soul expresses its profound beauty emerges.

hugs!!!

cuando un alma se expresa aflora su profunda belleza

abrazos!

Kim @ Stuff could... said...

A souls cry is profound!

Muffie said...

No matter the reason or the source -- the end result is beautiful. I always look forward to your haiku!
Peace,
Muff

Have Myelin? said...

I love it.

Karen said...

Many great writers are born from tragedy and hardship. Note the word great! That's what your poems are.
Cheers

Peace Be With You said...

Patricia, gracias por tus lindas palabras.

Kim, Muff, HM, and Karen, knowing that you are reading my poems and finding them meaningful motivates me to keep writing them.

Judy