Published November 9, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

Truly a modern master of classical poetry!! I read his book from front to back, and could not put it down!! Bravo to you Ian!!

Ian Stewart Black

For all the world is wilderness, to be
A modest soul is not enough: the mild
And timid traveller is never free
To roam as creatures loosed upon the wild.
Unbridled beings bound amid the trees,
Their echoes looming in pernicious night;
They are but pilgrims falling on the breeze:
Where others cower, they seek out delight.
Resolve where fear would overcome, and dare
To venture through the dark; to be the one
Who rises as the phoenix from despair;
To seek the company of wolves, and run!

Sail headlong to the tempest, though the waves
Arise! The seas are reaching to the sky,
And all who hesitate shall find their graves;
But this will not be you – you will not die.
Let old Poseidon posture down below,
And witness fury in immortal form;
But never suffer fear or doubt to grow:
Sail onward into hell – and love…

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