complexities of a poet's psyche

Lanced hearts with sharpen'd derisive swords

praise in quest of soul with fortress'd intensity

humanity's depths of breaths & declination

flippant whirl around fury's surge

dance'd with indignity around posies

knelt before the gods in reverence

vivacious adoration of nature's beauty

languid solemnness dip'd in gravitas

bruised butterfly wings, birthing conception

satiated desires within abstract'd notions

language combined within torrents of gusto

floating on gale winds and simplex'd zephyrs

artful appreciation prais'd in kind

communion encompassing a state of being,

complexities of a poet's psyche

~Amen

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

You have delved deeply into the poet's psyche to uncover the lost gems that make them who they are , how they feel , what makes their currents of thoughts , their ebb and flow of ideas , their crashing waves upon the shores of life and how they become one with the elements that make our existence...Splendid and powerful....:)..........................

[Frieda P]

So jazz'd Sami, thanks for your insightful sentiments here, wasn't sure if this one was going to work, muchly apprecitated! ;-)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome muchly...:)...............

[redflutterby]

Well you make the poets mind sound so complex and yet so beautiful. But it is a very scary place sometimes...and at moments youre better off not peering inside. When deep emotion combines with imagination and the ink flows its easy to hurt another or be hurt. Well creative freedom should always abound theres time when the poet is better off to lay down the pen. We are a crazy bunch...obsessive to one extent or another and extremely sensitive. Its amazing that anyone tolerates us irregardless of talent. Lol...

You penned this one perfectly Frieda... and the captcha...DAMN!! HAHA...

[Frieda P]

Ha, I know right, that captcha is creeping me out. Complex would be putting it mildly most days, we are a bunch of lunatics haha, thanks so much for your thoughts Red....onward and upward my friend! ;-)

[s y e]

You might all end up in the loony bin and let me tell you... I ain't going in there to save your butts! ;-P