Retreat From Poetry

He gave it up one day. Closed his pen Pushed away the keyboard With a tired smile said Enough is enough. He almost wept in his lament For the time clicked away In a mad pursuit Pouring out words upon words But never getting anywhere near it, The lost time spent inside his head When he could instead Go there out Bathe in the moonlight Get filled and drunk Not wasting words on papers, Nor let moon pass Without casting her shadow in his eyes, Be there watching sunrise And not spinning words Paint them in strange colors Of his imagination, Stare at the endless blue Instead of shrinking it To the smallness of his words! He regretted the lost time, When bottled in his rhyme He got sunk in his words Letting the earthly beauties Pass away unseen! From that day He retreated from poetry And was set free From words in his head That only mess The real loveliness!