IF I WERE A POET

If l were a poet
My art would be to craft
To summon words Uncommon
To dump in a lump
The deepest emotions to the crest.

If l were a poet
I would reach out to teach
The usage of the age
Wrapped and trapped
Beneath the feet of great feat.

If l were a poet
I would paint till l faint
On my canvas and score a pass
With a relish of polish
To strike my hike.

If l were a poet
Here a little, there battle
Freak ebbing tide of the creek
Vanished like a king banished
To roam without a home.

(c) Munemune Ebitimi Arthur
070119
(Experiences of an unschooled budding poet)

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