We the Poets

We gaze at the sky

As if about to fly

And silently we yearn

 To spill ink

From our perforated souls.

So we inhale 

And exhale poetry

When we seat ourselves 

Where there’s tranquility-

Where we only hear

Winds, birds chirping

And rattling 

Of iron sheets.

Serenity begets in us

An endless stream

Of soul spills

And imagination

Unmatched liberation.

Poetry speaks in our hearts

And inspires us 

To soar like kites.

We then let the pen 

Ink our souls

And we get tethered 

To our canvas

To exude 

Lines that weave verses.

Our souls spill

What we can’t say

We talk in poetic love 

And compassion

And let poetry flow

From our leaking souls

With assertion.

We are poetry 

And poetry is us.

He who imagines

And whose mind travels 

Far into deep space

Is certainly a poet.

We are poets 

Because we see 

Unseen word patterns

And poetically present them 

To many other eyes.

We are poets 

Not because we know words

But because we can see 

The patterns

With which words exist.

We are part of the weird people

Who communicate in elegance.

© Sea-Crab Poetry 

(Voyager of Words)

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