Ode to Poet
Ode to the woodsmiths of words,
Ode to careful craftsmen.
Fire chills off their tongues,
And their words prune the forested mind.
Menders of tragedies,
Healers of hearts.
Destroyers of ignorant tranquility,
Makers of marvelous art.
Ode to those with overactive imaginations,
Ode to those fearless creatives.
Their lips hold back gales,
and their hands are knowledgeable enemy spies.
Wizards of wistful wishing wondering,
Charters of endless chattering minds.
Venters of vicious and violent thoughts,
Sketchers of pictures in their minds' eye.
Ode to the beautiful blossoming brains of kids who never learned the ádult ways.
Ode to woodsmiths of majestic words, who formed fantasies and whole new worlds.
YOU ARE READING
The Aggravated Mind
PoesíaEmbracing a new pattern or rhythm of life. Taking on new ways of thinking and washing away the old. A sweet love of verse and song. My heart will go on. *Author's note* Note will be random insight to the poems of this book.
