The Poets Truth
The poet opens with the line
Compiled from in his heart
And often it's designed
To come to us in part…
Poetry's intricacy
Is difficult, to some
Oh, but in it's purity
Leaves many folks undone
It's based upon our audience
The reader, there is only one
For we in all our essence
Just write to ourselves for fun…
Though oft times the topic there
Is much deeper than you'll find
Within the lines you see in this
For nothing's so well assigned
And when we touch another soul
With words written on a page
Then we assume another role
As we come to center stage…
If the subject chosen is then love
It's solely ours to impart
Our rare definition of:
Elements of the heart
Many speak of religion
And some of politics
But I've made the decision
That I'm not a lunatic…
I sometimes have a tale of woe
But I'd rather make you smile
I never use big words, that's so
You'll endure with me a while…
But I am delighted with my friends
Who urge me on my way
It is for you, that I compose
These words that I convey…
So, the next time you read my poem
And question, What is this regarding
Read each line enjoy the rhythm
Then try to keep from yawning
Jim 2009
Ah my friend, you have spoken here for the many of us, and for the ages. Thank you. So well stated. I applaude you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This piece took me all the way and brought me to an undisclosed end.: -) . Truth is sublime- your writing is sublime. Nice job.