When Poets Meet

The clouds part at their roots… Colliding the winds, waves Crashing the shores. We meet… A rare combination Of circumstances, Our situation aggravate A drastic storm, perfectly. Words swarm our minds Like busy bees in search Of the sweet nectar of allegorical, Similes and metaphoric explanations… Pollinating our conscience and subconscious Respectfully… The obvious perplexities of poetic banter And inconspicuous meaning That bounds us… Words that conjure from elevated places, And rollercoaster into the subliminal… Twirling around into loops, pen to paper Screeches and screams to an abrupt stop. The unexplainable written, Describing what was unknown… Scrambling to unscramble words To define this acquaintance, And when the stars play chase Through the night sky And the moon is set- Know that somewhere out there Two poets have met…