The Poet
The poet describes himself
with every well placed word
how can he do otherwise?
How can he avoid his own perceptions?
the altitude from which he observes
the child within him speaks
He speaks of the pain he has seen
of the stirrings he doesn't understand
the desire to share and be shared
A hand reaches out through words
for help or understanding
or an embrace
The path he walks along
is drunk in by the eyes
heard by the ears
inhaled by the nose
felt by the skin
but expressed only in action or word
Poetry is the expression of the timid;
the spirit that leaves clues behind
hoping someone will find them
waiting patiently for discovery
wishing that the connection will be made
knowing it will be - while the pen is still in motion
We are all made in a pattern
One dressmaker has made the dresses
for all of the women at the ball
and they are not ashamed
because the workmanship is exquisite
The poet sits in the balcony
and describes the scene below
The flowing beauty and grace
the slight bump of arm
and the tragedy when collisions occur
sometimes he joins the dance
sometimes he leads the band
sometimes imagining is enough
leaving behind words of thanks
Copyright © Matthew Hees | Year Posted 2006
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