You ask me what a true poet is
Do you know what I think?
There´s more to a poet
Than their tears and their ink
There is hope on that paper
With dreams in each word
You love then you hate her
Some letters are blurred
There is passion, there´s comfort
A moment preserved in time
Piece of a heart, piece of a soul
Between every line
All of the thoughts that can´t be defined
There is confusion and tension
Happy and fearful days
Not just paper and pencil
But a whole life on that page
There´s sadness, there´s strength
You live and you die
A poet feels content
But then the ink starts to dry
Last one today, promise.
My thoughts on poets, January 2014.
Copyright @ Johanna Magdalena