Day 30 b
To celebrate us mythical beings ....poets. The poets work alone in poet warrens, yet are sociable things at times. And laugh. Trying to get a poet to list simple instructions ends in cascades of metaphor and like, simile. The poets are searching for the essence of a word, but will accept the feeling it brings. Choosing the right word can be a good day's work. All poets carry a net with which to capture those wild poems, which often hatch and swarm, but good poets know to let the poem go - where it flies is up to the poem. A poet is a creature of symbiosis. Biology and imagination. Language and blood. A poet is all poets, yet all poets are one poet. I have seen great flocks of poems in the skies in a migration - creation from mind to pen. I remember this as I try to write in my poet warren. Go out poet, and sing to other poets, poets of grass and sky, they are variously, sleeping and walking and waking and writing. the poets are busy, but th e poets stop to wri...