A Poet Loves to Question Love

A poet loves to question

love

and praise the beauty of anguish,

he drinks the strength

of justice

like Mr. Hyde to Jekyll's buried famished

thirst

a poet needs hidden

true treasures in the pond, the search,

the meanings, symbols and riddled

rambling - man of petals of roses

he angers at stoics

and weeps when he sees love between

enemies - finding peace

in rhetoric

the harmony of overwhelming feelings

he is privy to the silence, congealing, and understands

why and how

the ways of things, work,

the violence of truth, berths

moving revelations in comprising

and yet the importance of

where and when

the sun is surely rising

 

a poet may love to hurt at times

the moon waxes full and blue with brine,

but it is the passion a poet finds

when he says the true

rhyme in his own journals written

night.

pain. songs.

sublime.

rain, love, or come shine.

deign to cry.

dream.

breathe.

die.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

The opening lines drew me in for a poetic treat. Thank you for sharing...:)............

[J. James Reider]

this poem immediately caught my attention because of it being set to the right... it was a bold move, put one that paid off brilliantly for you... this work has alot of things that hit so close to home in it... I really love the line "a poet may love to hurt at times"... after reading that I realized that I do sort of warm up to that notion... after all, my personal good stuff doesn't come when I am happy.... the ending is classic... I love how trailing off seems to punctuate the whole poem... sweet write!

[Penny Ellen]

This just... makes sense. So much sense.
I wonder what sort of rhythm this has out loud; where you would pause, where you would change tones.