Poets Know

That joy of authentic rolls like holy grains

out of all but a poet\'s reach.

 

Like a bud waiting for heat\'s inspiration

before unveiling is inspiration

for newly laid eggs the poet must break

nourishing food to reveal.

 

Dreams of authentic wring writers\' veins

with each awakening dawn.

 

Like a shadow waiting to see where to fall

or some electrical storm

the scribe has to enter for transformation

when lightning bursts its way free.

 

Versing authentic requires climbers never

afraid of slipping off course.      

 

Alone and naked in search of uniqueness

a wordsmith\'s brave spirit swims

out to uncharted lettery-seas for naught

but a sense of achievement.

 

Ventures in versing mean drowning in ink.

Poets know this yet crave to leap.