To Find A Poet
By Carpe Deum
It's rare to find a good poet One who can dream dreams of death Look it in the face Spit in it's eye And live to tell us its secrets Sometimes you may find a poet Who can stand on a crowded street Watching the rain run in rivulets Down his face And turn it into a waterfall And then there are master poets Who can look at the lives of living man Take out his loom Thread the spindle And weave them into a thousand exquisite scenes Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 06 2001 12:07 AM PST 10 • 0
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"It's rare to find a good poet..."