A poet translates what's inner
inscribes then on a page
hoping forever what is written
will live on through time
death and age
there is no thought to reason
it matters not for you to
understand nor comprehend
a poet lives with heart in hand
a compass for direction
is the heart worn proudly
boldly on a sleeve
a guide to wherever whatever
may be
for most the heart is blind
but not so for the heart of
a true poet
this heart see's what other's
refuse to see
a traveler and voyager of many seas
voyeur of landscapes unimaginable
a pallette for words
wherever it may wander
or dare to stray
whatever dreams or ventures
words written or not
the heart of a poet will always
lead the way
pity the poet's words
so misunderstood
words that make little sense
to a closed mind
pure and true heart you may mock
laugh at make fun of
point a judging finger
at that which you fail to grasp
a dreamer's imagination who believes
far out or not from what is the norm
a poet's heart knows all within
the heart that it breathes
dare to laugh at your failures
numb and dumb to thoughts of
another point of view
go ahead laugh
at the gift of a poet's heart
but honor the poet you must
for the poet's heart is free
(c)Nevadapoet
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