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)