The POET

Yes, we are a quirky lot...

                     we sketch from our hearts

 minds connected to the universe

                     with ethereal cords

velvet paints our words, 

           celestial vapory thoughts etched in poetry

tongue lashings, depression, joy of life,

                      nature and lust of love

all bound in bonded text, secured with soul, 

               tied in gossamer ribbon

like a prayer on a zephyr

 we place our imposing nuances in your care

 sacred are the words of a poet's 

                   outward flight to new horizons

Author's Note

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Reviews

[J.L.Marcus]

I love you use of inconsistent rhythm and meter within an established sonnet form. The use of enjambment and lack of a heroic couplet or even full stop shows the continuity of the narrative group, it suggests a poets that a poets work is never 'finished', we just continuously search for new horizons without an ultimate resolution. I like this message of an infinite world to explore through poetry.

[Frieda P]

Thrilled that you did, since my poetry knows nothing of meter and I'm terrible at rhyme, whatever is in my heart flows through my pen, so glad you enjoyed it, thanks for the visit and your kind words J.L.

[J.L.Marcus]

I think that's what gives this just a raw emotional tone, the fact that it is direct thought gives it an overwhelming sense of truth.

[Lover Of Words]

Love it

[Frieda P]

Thanks Kelsey.

[Lover Of Words]

No problem

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, dear friend, "sacred are the words"

wish all lived by that.

thanks for this poem...

you really write wonderful things about poetry and poets.

jacob

[Frieda P]

Much appreciated jacob, and you know it...

[The 13th Eros]

And this.. this is why I would rather be a poor poet than a rich anything else. Poet's eyes see deeper... farther... higher... and those 26 letters become infused with pure passion that makes living so much more delicious in every way. Let's fly, shall we... with no lines or backage fees.. only bliss.

[Frieda P]

Wooo....you just burnt up my page with that review! ;-)

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

Yes I feel much the same, poetry is like backpacking without a destination in all centuries. It has its own rewards. Very well said 13