The Poet Poem by soren Barrett

A poem is but a dream, to write it you must live it
Poem the rider you the night's mare guided by its bit
You must feel its whip and spurs the sting of its lash
The taste of the metal, as on the bit your teeth gnash
Through dark bumpy roads you must run, stumble and fall
Guided by poetic reins, directed by its call
A feather from the wing of Pegasus ink your blood
From hoofprints it does sing, words flow in a flood