The Poet

The poet describes himself with every well placed word how can he do otherwise? How can he avoid his own perceptions? the altitude from which he observes the child within him speaks He speaks of the pain he has seen of the stirrings he doesn't understand the desire to share and be shared A hand reaches out through words for help or understanding or an embrace The path he walks along is drunk in by the eyes heard by the ears inhaled by the nose felt by the skin but expressed only in action or word Poetry is the expression of the timid; the spirit that leaves clues behind hoping someone will find them waiting patiently for discovery wishing that the connection will be made knowing it will be - while the pen is still in motion We are all made in a pattern One dressmaker has made the dresses for all of the women at the ball and they are not ashamed because the workmanship is exquisite The poet sits in the balcony and describes the scene below The flowing beauty and grace the slight bump of arm and the tragedy when collisions occur sometimes he joins the dance sometimes he leads the band sometimes imagining is enough leaving behind words of thanks