a metaphor for something
that wrapped my heart
around my sleeve, bleeding,
while I became that feeling.
The poet has moved on,
now probably composing something happy,
clever or one of those poems that linger
in vastness of eternal moment,
a glimpse of mystic silence.
Poets have such a beautiful, gentle, mysterious task
to use words as beams, illuminating
little pieces in the kaleidoscope of our humanity.
Their role is about revelation,
about light, sight, wonder.
Most of all,
their poems are a form of love
so powerful as to create
a simple story about a puppy,
then transform me.
(For Poets United.)
Indeed, Poets possess a gift of creating a powerful and long lasting impact upon its reader. It is often that we find ourselves touched by a poem and feel something inside us change. Beautifully penned :D
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Sanaa
I think a poem can really have an impact.. I am always touched by dog (or puppy) poems too.
ReplyDeleteI agree Myrna...your ode to Poets is wonderful as that is what we do...we illuminate, transform and evoke strong feelings with our words...thank you for making my day with this poem!
ReplyDeleteThere is so much magic in your words of transforming feelings
ReplyDeleteHave a happy Sunday
Much love...
one poem can be an inspiration, can even control our mood for that day. the first stanza is really strong, Myrna.
ReplyDeleteWow, my friend, you made me feel proud to be a poet with your words...I especially love "illuminating little pieces in he kaleidoscope of our humanity." And that our poems are a form of love. Yes.
ReplyDeleteThis piece really spoke to me. Lovely words - beautifully rendered!
ReplyDeletePoets not only illuminate they so often give voices to the mute. For which I am very grateful.
ReplyDeleteClever write... and you did become that feeling...
ReplyDeleteClever write... and you did become that feeling!
ReplyDeleteaah...the gift of words and their impact...so beautifully written Myrna...
ReplyDeleteAt the very least, poets are magicians and you just proved it,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
What a profound poem - little pieces in the kaleidoscope of our humanity - is such an insightful line..i suppose we always draw in and move away even though that may not be our intention
ReplyDeletePoems are definitely a gift. I enjoyed this very much, Myrna :)
ReplyDeleteThe strength of a skilled poet so well discribed.
ReplyDeleteMay all our poems be so!
ReplyDeletea witty truth about the poet's momentary moments with the muse leaving the reader lagging behind in the trail of emotion
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