Have you ever sat down
with a poet one on one?
Appreciation of their spirit
would be had when you're done.
Poets are complex yet not
very hard to please.
Yes, they think deeply about it all
but they are always that comforting breeze.
They are Spring, they are Fall.
They are a gentle burning fire to
thaw you when you freeze.
Poets long for muses, they long
for their soul to be stirred.
Their depth is never satisfied,
muses are their only cure.
As a poet's eyes first open, pen to
paper is their deep obsession.
Awaiting life to live is a
poets only confession.
They'll drop everything to
absorb a rich moment of time.
But when poets do that,
they do it best in rhyme.
Poets are your anchor in the sea.
A "sure thing", much needed stability.
Most will never know a poet
I'm a poet and....
this is how I know it.

David
TheConcretePoet