The Poet
The love child
of inspiration and imagination,
The poet is the spirit of a shaman
walking among us
but dwelling in the realms
of speculation and spiritualism…
a wandering spirit from the astral plane.
Nourished by the melancholy light
of the waning gibbous moon,
He rides the pale tide’s low ebb
thriving on the sandy shores of life
inscribing abiding thoughts on
the sands, stones and winds,
on the hearts, souls and minds.
He's woebegone who disregards
the ever pining spirit of the poet.
~A Brian Strand contest.
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