A Poet's Stroll

Some race through life unaffected by the phases of the moon, or the way gentle sunlight catches dew on a flower’s bloom. There is something quite distinctive in a poet’s easy gait; stopping to savor the ambiance of all things small and great. On a path of wistful detours the poet will find his way, relishing peaceful solitude he devours life’s vast array. Slow, his pace may be mistaken for a lack of ambition; more significant is the journey than the destination. Compelling forces within, that bring about haste in others, spawn the poet’s perambulation toward his own desires. Inspired by emotions stirred during discontent and blithe, a poet strolls ever composing his symphony of life.