Where Do We Poets Go
Two people looking out of a window
Strange, is it not, they see different things
Poet; attention soft in stillness slow
Man of the world; his eyes glazed, sees nothing
In seeming chaos, there is symmetry
As the pendulum swings from left to right
We see around sacred geometry
Unvoiced intent, cognised by inner sight
Poised attention, distilled by a kind heart
Watchword for a poet, warm empathy
Discerning flow of love, before it starts
Tears behind smiles, feigning serenity
Poets in truth go nowhere, poised in silence
Interconnected with the universe
Reading between lines in playful parlance
Resonation of heart, being our verse
26-November-2020
(syllabic rhyme)
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