Mastering the Language That Only the Poet Understands

Music makes one dance, and the dancer expresses the mood of its sound; poetry makes one recite verses that are lively or dark... it's the state of the moment, that voice trapped inside longing to break free. I lift the burden of heaviness by letting out my breath and give life to words whether they sound soft or harsh, impactful, shallow or profound... I master the language that only the poet understands. Do I expect awards, handshakes or lauds? None of these I meditate to win the crown and scepter of the gods, and undeserving of such glory or merit... I let modesty outrun imprudence. Whatever critics think of my work as being excellent, or mediocre, I pursue enlightenment in knowledge... words and ideals that make wisdom grow. My pen is more powerful when it does something amazing and reveals the purpose of its intent by mastering the language that only the poet understands. Written on 1/23/2017