Though I may be tempted <br />I shall not fall below <br />to gravities; <br /> <br />dive beneath life's geography <br />to Depression's <br />crevice <br />and ravine. <br /> <br />I shall not sip Dark Sufferings- <br />Edgar Allen Poe elixirs; <br />unredemptive dark poetries. <br /> <br />I will not cuddle dread, <br />or slurp Death's Gruel. <br />I will stand up to <br />wily winds. <br /> <br />I will not paper mache <br />enthusiasms <br />with gravity fittings <br />ill placed. <br /> <br />Each day I'm one beacon light <br />when I can; <br />the Woodland Sprite some times. <br /> <br />I'll kiss with tulip lips- <br />pail and shovel lift; <br />sand box play; <br /> <br />I will finger-paint the open sky- <br />my heart-purse opened wide; <br />my secret places revealed. <br /> <br />No dark birds <br />and Raven wings here. <br /> <br />The oars <br />on the river Styx <br />will not be dipped. <br /> <br />This my earthly muse <br />and Poetic Creed. <br />My creation is <br />Hope. <br />and it 's Progeny: <br />Creativity.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poets-creed/
