Only a Poet
By Cinara
Only a Poet Before a foot had tread upon the green of grass, the edge of pond Before a lover had been kissed a poem already did exist Before the song of lark was heard Sweet lyrics swirled around a bird A phrase of beauty lightly dwelt in summer breezes yet unfelt It was an inner dialogue with nature’s song, the voice of God, that would in gentle phrases part from chambers of a poet’s heart Hushed voices swept the eastern wind with murmurs of a sacred hymn inspiring a poet’s hand to scroll a psalm in powdered sand The sweetest phrase, the joy of rhyme were waiting on the fringe of time for fingered words to set them free unleashing echoes of the sea Not every spirit reaps the bliss of snowflake’s soft and icy kiss Nor soaks in splendors of a dream that bathes the eyes in sights unseen A fragile phrase, the loveliest, lies just beneath the morning mist Translucent wings of butterfly unfolding in a poet’s eye There is an unknown slumbering rhyme that waits to toll its lyric chime There is a silent mystic phrase in winds of autumn’s crimson days Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 15 2002 11:21 AM PST 0 • 10
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