Poet Drown

By bpathos


You can see it in a drowned mans eyes
In the pawn shop window I just passed
Frosty truths that come to the table uninvited
 

The poet and the truth
Face to face, one whistles, one listens
The napkins fill with cognitive snapshots
 

The poet drowns in words
Just wanting to say something
Or hear it said at all
 

The dying words from a poets mouth
Blow about in autumn color
Drifts and piles that shape the years of practice
 

What's worth saying has to be said by someone
So a poet goes looking and would suppose
That words rubbed together right would produce
 

Word museum sentences ripe with meaning
Phantasms haunting great books and minds
Torches lighting the way for all
 

The poet takes aim and fires
At the fog of meaning
He tugs at Gods coat tail
 

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© 2007 bpathos
Published on Friday, September 28, 2007.     Filed under: "Spiritual" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Never pull the thread of logic unless you want to be cloaked in mystery.
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  • Devilish On Tuesday, June 12, 2012, Devilish (3784)By person wrote:

    Wow. Well hello there you ,. Nice to meet you . Scholar

  • A former member wrote: i loved this...simple enough Scholar

  • Crimson Shade On Friday, September 28, 2007, Crimson Shade (93)By person wrote:

    "Word museum sentences ripe with meaning" - nice piece, first piece i've enjoyed in a long while.

  • Alanarchy On Friday, September 28, 2007, Alanarchy (1123)By person wrote:

    The poet and the truth, face to face... very effective.

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