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 write hello.







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