By Gregg Norman
MY NAME IS . . .
Last week my name was Renfield
Familiar to a cruel Muse who
Visited according to his whim
I scurried about in service
To a master all-powerful
Desperate for redemption
For the key to sanity
The key to unlock the poem
Yesterday my name was Ahab
Searching the global seas
For the Great White Word
To start or finish a poem
I paced my pitching desk
In weather fair and foul
But did not strike the words
With my inked harpoon
Today my name is Vlad
And my rage knows no
Earthly bounds as I wait
For the red blood of life
To seep through my veins
And into my maddened brain
To create the words and lines
And the cursed verses
Tomorrow my name will be Pablo
And I will once again believe
That I can be prolific
In thought and deed
Boldly setting pen to page
With heart and soul
Interred in every word
Of a passionate poem
Gregg Norman lives in Manitoba, Canada. His work has been accepted by various international poetry publications in Canada, the USA, the UK, Australia, and Serbia.
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