A Poet

A poet is someone who speaks of ordinary things with tempting eloquence. Always trying to convince you that these things are greater or lesser than your senses say they are; much of it may be nonsense, simply wrapped well.

For you it will not make much sense. The purpose is the poets alone. For him it serves as therapy for a mind moving too quickly and a hand that moves twice that. He claims no obligation.

But still how beautifully the music of the soul accompanies - as the poet hijacks the written word and leaves behind his peace.

What is left - but a residue: Glints of silver dust. He calls it poetry; we take his word for it. And somehow, in the end, we are all fine with that.