Creative

See! There are philosophers

Filling the entire factory warehouse

Each scribbling at his own desk

And the air is fraught

With escaped pages and small birds

Making nests in the rafters.

On every ream are written quips like;

God is God

Man is Man

Where they are and where they meet

May be near

May be distant

The truth is here somewhere

And we just watch for it.

There's no sound but of fountain pens

Mixed with the occasional gasp of brilliance

There's a bearded man in the corner 

Whispering his findings to himself

Colleagues call him ignorant and blind.

Yet they still fear his words.

Reviews

[Ezekiel Silver]

Fantastic poem! I really like the message you put in it. Great job!!

[Cherrie Palmer]

This poem is isolated and speaks with a voice that is disconnected, the reader remains on the outside looking in. Whither you did this with intent or by chance it works very nicely and delivers your message. Your poem is both lovely and deep.