New poem on what it is to be a poet...
The Poet
It's like ink flows from body, murky textures
of energy transmogrified into dark words,
surfing page lines, fulfilling the need to release...
But then something magic,
healing of soul, feeling
the four humours return to balance in the old ways,
reminding why poets and shaman are the same breed.
Stop scratching surface of page with pen nib,
read back layers that were peeled away
within and between words of black ink...
Discover the true magic of poetry,
all that pain leaked onto page,
transformed into beauty and wonderment,
even the most murky of metaphors joined
to make stained glass images of stunning forest nymphs
on windows through which the world is glimpsed.
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