Poet...

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    Poet...

    Poet...

    I come to this world
    With a rainbow point of hue, or view-

    I am a poet:
    Grateful and filled,
    Like a bag full of grapes
    With tasty, sumptuous
    Ideas and treats.

    I am a poet:
    I dance, you see
    Upon the words I play,
    Bubbly child
    Blurts out feelings
    To keep me from being
    Too serious, you see-
    Hints of childhood
    Embrace me.





    I am a poet:
    Love drops come,
    Speak through me,
    Every word that I utter
    Is not of this world
    But a place I visit
    Quite frequently.

    I am a poet:
    In partnership with love's simplicity.
    If the words you see
    Spark feelings of anger, confusion-
    Remember I am only a messager.
    Feel the words deeply
    To see what is
    Under them or not�

    I am a poet:
    I am in service to love.
    I give to you
    Pieces of me
    I never knew.




    I am a poet:
    Heart yearns love
    And to see soft
    Beats of laughter
    Through the crack
    In your smile.

    I am a poet:
    My love is my poetry.
    Deeply I stare at beauty
    Everywhere and nowhere.
    I am what I am.
    I am a poet.


    Copyright � December 2000 Solai

    Additional Notes:
    My gift to all that feel deeply.....

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    HarverTomsson commented on Poet...

    06-08-2009

    best line: Like a bag full of grapes. Each time I visit your site I anticipate the very sweetness and subtleties within that bag full. You are simply intoxicating at times.

    selah

    07/18/2009

    Namaste..Thank you so much for your sweet passion dancing apon spirits words...Selah xox

    acjtb commented on Poet...

    03-11-2009

    great

    selah

    05/27/2009

    You are a sweet one thank you for all of your support.You always tell the truth..

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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