National Poetry Month

Celebrating National Poetry Month – here is a short one about the craft and just maybe who is writing who!

The Poet

 

 Behind a plough of words

the poet drives a furrow,

– never straight.

Phrases spiral upwards,

as an eagle soars in a sky

with no horizon or meter.

Universal alphabet mimics dancing clouds

to touch Creation’s syntax.

Cascading into passages that hover,

tracing cosmic runes

at the edge of knowing.

Words drift by on the morning mist.

A whisper of wind,

That haunts every thought

I breathe.

The Muse –

waiting wondrous so long,

for cracks in façade’s order to crumble.

Then she grants life to a poem.

Essential Spiral

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