A Poets Mind
these minds of poets
their eyes in the clouds
dream in philosophical riddles
in pondering and wonder
they look about
they see the universal spheres
strike their souls
these thoughts of poets
their eyes upon the stars
they reach around
to spin the planets
in rhyme
to explain our existence
and explore
this vast liquid ocean
the void blinding souls
only angels know
with their wings of gold
they travel to the center
to see the light’s purity
leaving poets only to muse
their existence
their existential wisdoms
and dream
©Dale CJ Clark
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Ahhhh, the mind of a poet, always busy.
"Muse", an excellent discription of,
"A Poets Mind".
Love, Bonnie
Exceptional images and insight, master Poet!
Alrisha
I love the imagery in this soaring, inspiring write--to spin the planets in rhyme, GAD! the power. :) LOVE IT--a keeper--and I am grateful. :) Thank you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Nice work.
Dale ...wow ! outrageous words!
Another masterpiece, of peaceful beauty and clarity you've painted with your pen from your mind's eye.
Superb.
Thanks Dale, an angel with wings of gold.(c:)
Traceyxo
Thanks for sharing it in verse!!
Love Tinky
Peace,
Joseph