Modern Day Poet


I recently sat late at night and pondered on how poets fared in days gone by. Questioning how Yeats, Kavanagh and those who went long before them and how they fared. Did society as a whole ignore their craft? Did their words go largely unnoticed on the day?

Such is the basis of todays poem. A mere piece that seeks to highlight that the craft still continues. Though I could never claim to be anywhere close to their art. But although the pen goes unused , replaced by the tapping of a keyboard. The lost art of writing in style of old, Although I myself no longer write as such. But type all, so that none is lost.


A Regular sight in Killarney a Jaunting Car and Horse

Modern Day Poet


Watching as the midnight hour strikes,
The poets pen goes dry not for bikes.
Replaced by the tapping of keyboards,
No scrolls or pages that break records.



With the ink well dry saved by the bell,
Nor running through the gates of hell.
Thus retrieve their next supply no sale,
They continue their craft without fail.



The horse no longer your transport be,
His cart no more to be seen for free.
The tourist trap now his only fare,
Yet married to the country fair.



Did you come hear the primal scream,
The poets dream disturbed the stream.
Forgotten lore cast aside for modernity,
By gone days historical cast for a fraternity.


 
They are still alive and living the dream,
Walking amongst you outside the beam.
Happily wander in the midst composing,
They sit write and then continue posting.








© Pat Fitzgerald   2021

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11 comments

  1. I love writing with a pen. . . the flow of the ink as if from my fingers. A tactile experience. And, yet I tap too. Thanks for your creativity.

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  2. Nice post, very inspiring

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  3. I enjoy the budding inkling of truth in the final line; these days sharing takes an equal stand beside writing for many writers. 🙂

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