Who is the poet
The poet is the language,the sad mystery in Monalisa's smile
He is the brush of Caravaggio and the finest painting of Vangogh
The poet is the sonnet of Mozart and Symphony of Bach
the tragedy of shakespeare and Pablo's saddest verse
He is the Danube in Waltz and Swan lake in ballet
the renaissance of passion and the last remnant of life
He is the dilemma of morality,shadow of deed and ombra of sin
He is the fantasy of each sunrise and illusion of sunset
He is the wave in tide of wishes carried ashore by the wind
The poet is the dreamer,believer,the lover in a non existent affair
He is the hope,the fable,the fairytale in each deadly reality.
The poet is the worker who works and works hard to survive
in a hypocratic,demanding,sophisticated, insane world.
He is the thief of time,the owl on late nights still loyal to his pen
He is each thought in verse bleeding in petals of fragrant words.
The poet is the omnipotent servant,with a will to ask and crave to learn
a philosopher,whose always an amateur in pursuit of wisdom.
He is an eternal slave to his muse,the beverage of inspiration
a spouse married to literature,adulterer in lyric,deceiver of prose
He knows no lapsus in all that is scandalous,royal and sacred
He is the artist,musician,actor,and clairvoyant of undestined paths
He is the clay's cheap mold carved in greatest sculpture of next century
The poet is an unfinished book,each chapter in yesterday
the nobody of today and a bookmark in tomorrow.
You are the Poet
ODE TO ALL POETS