We poets calmly expound ideas and theories
filling them with rhyme and reason
expecting enlightenment
to beam across the world
like gods revealing the temple of our minds
to all
unclothing hidden thoughts
gleaned from the
coffers of ideas
lifting the lids of treasured phrases that inspire
dramatic waves of foam from poets
before carrying on across the sands of time
into supposed infinity
Many end up in dusty books unread
or in the loft among forgotten dreams
and untidy experiences
the drawings on the wallpaper
of other's lives
now covered with new fashions of papering
obsolete and sadly ignored
each individual person has their own philosophy
their own unique vision of reality
each utterance describes us
in more potent ways than pictures
our sense of feeling alive
expressed in neat patterns of symbols
forever changing meaning as time passes.
Margaret Ann Waddicor September 1st 2014.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
We poets calmly expound ideas and theories
filling them with rhyme and reason
expecting enlightenment
to beam across the world
like gods revealing the temple of our minds
to all
unclothing hidden thoughts
gleaned from the
coffers of ideas
lifting the lids of treasured phrases that inspire
dramatic waves of foam from poets
before carrying on across the sands of time
into supposed infinity
Many end up in dusty books unread
or in the loft among forgotten dreams
and untidy experiences
the drawings on the wallpaper
of other's lives
now covered with new fashions of papering
obsolete and sadly ignored
each individual person has their own philosophy
their own unique vision of reality
each utterance describes us
in more potent ways than pictures
our sense of feeling alive
expressed in neat patterns of symbols
forever changing meaning as time passes.
Margaret Ann Waddicor September 1st 2014.
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