A Poet

A poet lives to read and write, Pen and paper, up all night. Put the words onto a page, Paint a picture, fix a stage. Diction, rhymes, analogy, Content-full, intent-free. Active mind for two-fold plots Until ideas fit in their slots. Words, they have their connotation: Dark and fear, doves and salvation. Poets look past what meets the eye, They make you laugh, they make you cry. You should feel the tightness of the rope, Not merely read it's used to choke. They answer "why," instead of "what," Through scribbled notes and red markups. A poet's work, well-written should Transport you to the quiet woods. The trees, they're not just merely green. They sway to songs that the birds sing. A poem should be a favorite dish, A meal that you will hope and wish To have just moments before you die, Full-flavored and meant to satisfy.