Strange Poets
strange poets never cease but to amaze
with words describing things we had forgot
or never knew to start with; who knows what
may move another poet’s muse to phrase
the simply indescribable in rhyme
within a string of sentences enshrine
the essence of complexity sublime
with every word a jewel within a line
strange poets see things hidden in the light
and force the formless mist within to matter
express the indefinable and flatter
dead love to life and nothingness to sight;
by use of sense and symbol and the will
they stir to movement that which once was still
by Gail
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