Robert Frost, stooped suddenly in this English pasture to grasp a stone and throw it. C: Howard Sochurek
The Greats had a purpose ,
Or so it seems.
To write about the stars,
Mankind and its dreams.
I aim high as a kite,
Meanwhile the Greats gleam .
I copy my masters .
In the hopes to scheme;
Of being a Poet :
like Frost and Keats
The Greats, to be one;
My limited imagination screams !
With all this self doubt,
I become my own competition.
The bubble is popped ,
I have been stopped;
Dead in my own tracks.
In what seems to be;
An ironic contrast.
Ah! The enviable position
Of the confident.
The Greats must have had
Quite the contentment
“To be or not to be”*
Self assured or Self-deprecating .
“That is the question”*
I am contemplating.
* quote from Hamlet by William Shakespeare
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