Photo Copyright JO Janoski 2008
Poets, We
We stand as one singing in hues of gold
surrounded by a forest dark and deep.
Through our souls eternal words shall be told
Utterances, both you and I shall weep.
Observances of life in ringing chimes.
Emotions speaking, no hesitation.
Dreams dodging nightmares, chronicling our times.
Life in full blast, unknown destination.
We poets live to touch immortal skies,
twirling, swirling in an unknown abyss.
We hear his soul sob when a dear one dies
and sing the joys of unknowable bliss.
We are mere instruments, both you and I.
For poets have no idea why they cry.
Copyright 2008 JO Janoski
8 comments:
Well said Jo. I like this one a great deal. We are so often like the spring flowers poking our heads up reaching for that early sunshine. thanks - a fan
Thank you, Harry. I don't think I've ever written a poem I feel more from the heart.
Wonderfully poemed and so true of
dear poets.
Great poem, Jo. It's obvious you were feeling this one.
I don't know if I'm an instrument or not but I have been refered to as a "tool"
I like this a lot, JO; but this one line just gets me:
"We poets live to touch immortal skies,"
This line is really grand! I wish I had written it..:)
By the way, I come to your blog via World Class Poetry's toolbar. I just downloaded it and it's really cool! Lots of features..:)
janetleigh, I got curious and just downloaded myself a copy of the toolbar. It is full of features. Thanks for the tip. I didn't bother at first because I'm using the Flock browser, and in linux to boot, but the toolbar works in it just like Firefox. I wasn't sure it would...
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