The Writer’s Craft

Not lightly does a man aspire
To tune to good his inky lyre
To rebirth that old primordial fire
When all that’s made was not
In passion, God took thought
And turned it by a word
A twist from which we gain
All that ever was
Joy, grief, and pain


He who would create must partake
Of goblets drugged with heartache
If he would souls awake
Then he must bow. A servant to all
He must drink bitter gall
And learn to do as others fearβ€”
To garden with a tear
And see within the coming dawn
A flame that will arise and
Stir the world with brightness

Above all, let him fear
For the end draws near
Shall his works be clothed in white?
Or shall the night consume
That which was not humbly written?
Let the writer know his doom
There is in craft a poison
And a precious bloom
May this word ring true:
“I fought it through.”

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Daeus is the published author of two books, Edwin Brook and Treachery Against The House Of Fairwin. He is a Christian seeking God’s face when he remembers to and finding that that is all he was seeking when he seeks for something else. He is a joker who takes himself too seriously and a sack full of ambition who likes to relax. Among his top interests are poetry, reading, philosophy, theology, gardening and permaculture, athletics, marketing, psychology, and interacting with his friends. You can also find him participating in such activities as ranting about the glories of frozen raspberries or making impromptu music for every occasion.
He also is a fanatic over The Count Of Monte Cristo. Be thou forewarned.
If you would like to sample his work, you can get a free copy of his novella, Treachery Against The House Of Fairwin at the link below.
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  1. All I can say is that this is fantastic! Great work Daeus!

  2. *fervent applause*. Great stuff, Daeus!

  3. Wow. This is amazing! I especially love the last line!

  4. This is beautiful.

  5. So powerful. Fantastic poem, Daeus!

  6. Utterly fantastic–I absolutely love this.
    I’m even more amazed that you managed to take all these incredible phrases and fit them into a poem. Nicely done!

  7. This flows very nicely and carries such a powerful message. (I also love the last line. Superb.) πŸ™‚

  8. Yesss! I love it when people notice that God created with words too. Philomyth to Misomyth is about the only other poem I know of that has anything to do with it, sadly. My favourite line is probably “To tune to good his inky lyre”.
    Have you read the poem “Sword Blades and Poppy Seeds”, by Amy Lowell? Occasionally snatches of the flavour of this one reminded me of it, though it’s hard to say how, so I wondered.

    • Well, I’ve read it now. I’m quite pleased that my poem seemed even vaguely like it. I also wonder how she ever wrote a poem so long. My poems are always super short.

  9. Love it! As a fellow poet, it still makes me happy to see you doing the poem things, sir! *salutes* Keep it up!

  10. I love this Daeus! My favorite part was, “Shall his works be clothed in white? Or shall the night consume That which was not humbly written?” You impress me. πŸ˜€

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