Poets
Blindly
Touching the
Naked thorns of
Enigma,
POETS
Can be more
Can see more
Can feel more
Without deepening
The colors of the
Blossom;
Sipping the wines and vinegars
Of the least excruciated life – poets
Breathe newness while shedding
The pall of past pretensions;
And with reverence -
Touching souls with delicate
Acumen – poets sense inspiration
As an Eagle with out-stretched
Wings comprehends the
Heavens and moon;
Becoming one note,
Inapposite, swirling and twirling
To establish a home on the stave
Of a more exalted symphony
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
The Poets by richard cederberg, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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