Wednesday, May 31, 2017

O! Poet, Walk through me.

....a poet is a being
who spells poetry.

He buys from
many hearts
their harvest
and carries his goods in
unspoken chambers
within the
silent taverns of
seven hopes
only to weave
the latticed-warbles of
pulsating emotions
kaleidoscopic visions
of trust and life.

To many it appears
that the poet works
in silence
but he is only motionlessly
tendering and creating .....
journeying as a being
that does not die
but moves from
body to body
mind to heart
from many to many
only to re-establish
the unity of rhyme and rhythm.

Walk through me
O! Poet.

~ A.

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