Words flow onto paper like rain forming giant rivers of unseen lands.
The very force guides us along a journey that holds of great adventure.

We are the explorers of the literary world.
We must find the courage to write what others are unable to,
with the greatest of passion.

A poet dreams,
and then must portray his visions upon the page that lies before him.
It is the beauty of all things that inspires us to communicate in such a way.

A man does not wake up one day, and decide to become a poet.
It must live in the very blood that courses through his veins.

He is the creator of a world, only he has known.

He is the actor and director, of all that speaks out through his pen.
He is a man of all men, visionary of all visionaries.
What you haven't seen, he has.
What you can't say, he can.

For he is the poet.

 

 

This is Bob's first contribution to The FolkPoetry Place and I have one more, saved for next time I'll update. I sure hope though, that these two will not be the last from his hand we'll see around here. I chose "The Poet" to be the first one, simply because I immediatly connected to the words and the mindset I imagine went before, and lies so beatifully within it.

Thank you Bob!

Comments? Questions? Email Bob at:
poeticbob@sonicnet.net

Would you like to get a poem up here? Email me at:
tina@nehaia.dk

 

 

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