The Heart of a Poet

The heart of the poet bleeds words of the conscious Strung like beads into a design that is precious A collaboration of the senses and the mind To the poet heart. the two are entwined When the mind begins to see, touch or hear A feeling may provoke a heartfelt tear The poet heart may strike a unsettling chord With the thrust of word-filled sword Into the core of the one who may read And begins to sprout a poignant seed In a heart that that was living blind Or unsuspectingly to remind Of the memory of a time long past The reason why the poet heart’s words are cast