Sonnet: Crux of the Art- Poetry
The poet in me takes for a ride, through
eccentric magnetic moods of magic
No matter, whatever phase his life threw;
he gives his reasoning or his logic
I'm sure he wants to explore much of me
capture every emotion I carry
all along the transition & that's the key
That forms the crux of the art: poetry.
I want the person yield to the moment
give himself to the thought submissively
sans secrecy, self hood any movement
Diverting the poet from the person'lly'.
The mirage of the mind should re-reflect
It self, rather thoughts having any effect
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