A poet's power rely's on kotodama,
our ability to manipulate words,
They grip the hearts of those who read our writings,
and allure their emotions to surface.
They can shine, as brightly as dazzling gems,
or they could break you into tears;
allowing you to weep with the willows.
We control words as vast as the ocean,
lingering under our reign.
We pull their strings, and the puppets come to life,
hoping an ounce of meaning will be shared from my heart to yours,
Kotodama is a cloth,
woven from a poet's mind.
The words reinvent themselves into the reader's heart,
sowed by the seeds of the poets.
Our words speak truths in need of light,
together our strength is great,
our kotodama; powerful.
