A Poet's Work

A Poet’s Work
An Homage to: John Donne, William Blake, Robert Frost, William Wordsworth, William Shakespeare, Andrew Marvell, Dylan Thomas, John Milton, Edgar Allen Poe, Ralph Waldo Emerson, John Keats, & Lord Byron
By Andrew Moravick


What I must do is to be done,
To be a bard who all time sees
To down the path not taken run
From a world of too much- be free.
I will make plays on words at will,
Marvel at a well metered line,
Warm with words a gentle night’s chill,
And with rhyme make paradise mine.
I’ll live a dream within a dream,
Immerse in a transcendent time,
Hear unheard melodies that seem
To rove through the air with a rhyme.
Yet when this work is done n’er done will I be
Though enslaved by death, my work sets me free.

What Can Eye Say?

What Can Eye Say?
By Andrew Moravick

Eye can not say what the mind sees,
The eye simply shows the scene,
Of course usually the mind with the eye agrees,
Yet the eye doesn’t always tell what a sight means.
Eyes allude to other sights entrapping the seer
To see a scene as if already seen,
Though the vision may be clear,
Still the eye may not know what that sight may mean.
Eye, for the most part may be right,
Red may be read as red and green may be seen as green,
But other senses exist beyond sight,
And eye surely can’t say what those senses mean.
All senses of course occasionally lie
But I tell you truly things seen with more than the eye.