On poetry & the poet...

These doors of our minds
are pages from life
and their meaning lingers
after time passes
captured in black and white
in a frame that disappears
leaving beauty unconfined

Dreams, tufts from cottonwoods
seeded in sacred thought
are caught on the screen
What is invisible to the eye
is captured by the soul,
in between the lines of mesh
and the weave of words

Lifted by winds they fly
but leave a remnant,
those tiny fibers in the wire
See how they move
with every breath we take
as we stand and gaze
at all that is creation

These doors, thought closed,
are wide open now
The poet speaks
where once she was mute
tendered from the seed
she breathed through the wire,
life lifted from the page

(c) Linda Gayton 2006