Ode To A Poet

saw him sitting in the subway with posters of poems he wrote and headlined by "Published in the N.Y. Times" This poem is to him...

ODE TO A POET

 

Sitting amidst a pile of papers

note books and

mole skin pads,

he allows metaphors

and syllables escape

from a secret passage in his mind.

I write these lines,

scratch them onto this page

to let you know

the real sage

sits on the subway floor,

dirty, tattered, homeless

but with eyes ablaze

determined to fill his books

with life; his life.

He lives in his poems.

                          

                           ~~redzone 6/18/13

Author's Note

always open to crits;

Reviews

[Papaya]

I really like this one. I feel this way about my poems too. I live in them. Each one had a piece of me in it that is real.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. I just saw this one. It is amazing...Pen on poet...:)

[Relic]

The mind chooses various ways to escape real life. I can see this as being real plausible to a life such as the one you speak of. Great write.

[MsJewel]

I read your poem three times. It leaves me wondering if poets really do see things differently or is it that we feel things differently? Perhaps both...Your poem is quite thought provoking and as always a delight to read your words. Julie

[Lydia Shutter]

I believe we all live between the lines of our poems, Curt. We see life differently. I remember when you first posted this poem. You explained the reason behind writing the poem and now as I read your words, I could picture it all. A wonderful write....one that stands the test of time! Lydi**