Timid is the poet <br />Who only scans a line- <br />Tripled spaced, collated <br />Outside the gentle breeze. <br /> <br />Double turn, <br />Each in its place - <br />Spill a little laughter, <br />Wipe a little face. <br /> <br />Dream in turn <br />Swatches of blue <br />Velvet rope - <br />Walking on red. <br /> <br />Tremble before speaking <br />To make the words squeak <br />Poetry is not for cowards <br />But for brigands and thieves.<br /><br />Charlotte Ballard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/timid-is-the-poet/
