The Quiet Of Poetry Poem by Daniel Brick

(1)

I will write a quiet poem
to ease the sadness of my heart,
or to tease it out of being.
But sadness is native to the heart.
It shares the percussive rhythm
of the blood, so sadness and heart
are like siblings, or they are like
matching Chinese vases:
the heart is the delicately painted pastel
container, the sadness is the raw wine
we drink from it.

(2)

Eventually, I will write a poem
that needs no words, because a poem
is a threshold to Silence. That is its destiny:
to become a zephyr wind that softly disperses
the sadness of things. And then the poem will
flash with light and leap into its proper place,
which is its silence, its destiny.

(3)

P o e t r y

There is a voice within each of us
which is everyone's voice, there is
a hearing within each of us that listens
to the beating of a common heart,
there is a mind everywhere that
spreads its light over all of us.