The poet

The Poet A Poem by debileah

T he poetry is his song, his breath of life.

H ow he expresses himself to the world.

E ntertaining his audience with his words.

 

P oetry is the essence of what he is and who he is.

O h, but for the poet and his awesome symmetry.

E nlightening you and me so elegantly.

T hank you each and every one for inspiring me.

Reviews

[Chaos]

This is a wonderful poem and I enjoyed it very much.

Thank you for sharing this piece.

[jeRRy.whaLLey]

-- a Poem becomes a Garden of Hearts where you and I are distinctions that no longer apply -- like Lovers wrestling as one under the Moon and under the Sun -- like that kiss -- to kiss the beloved with the same kiss the beloved kisses me and in that kiss is an eternity -- that convergence of Time and Space as Now and Here brought together: nowhere -- I look in the mirror and often end up laughing hysterically -- it's my undoing I'm really laughing about -- well I laugh about every small thing these days -- or i cry -- sometimes I just look and see the beloved in me and she smiles back -- how did Rumi put it, "You can not see yourself without a mirror, Look at the Beloved, sHe is the brightest mirror." A Poem should be like that, as a mirror --