~In Answer To Her Letter*
How often I have read your words;
How well I understand.
I also hear what others say,
And how they do expound.
And then I hear you say,
As though I’m sitting by your side:
I’m only writing simple words,
So it’s better here to hide.
Sometimes I’m only wondering,
And so I put it down
To help my readers wonder
Until the truth is found.
For poets are asking questions
Of everything that’s been.
They wonder, then they look around,
Then write what they have seen.
Our wisdom is not greater
Then others who would know.
We are just inquisitive
And so it has to show.
But then the world looks on
And exaggerates our dreams,
And in our simple words they find
Their own tendency to extremes.
*Referring to Emily Dickenson's poem
This is My Letter to the World
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