Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Poet

Words flowin onto paper like rain, forming giant rivers of unseen lands.
The very force guides us along a journey that holds of great adventure.
We are the explorers of the literary world.
We must find the courage to write what others are unable to,
with the greatest of passion.
A poet dreams, and then must portray his visions upon the page that lies before him.
It is the beauty of all things that inspires us to communicate in such a way.
A man does not wake up one day, and decide to become a poet.
It must live in the very blood that courses through his veins.
He is the creator of a world, only he has known.
He is the actor and director, of all that speaks out through his pen.
He is a an of all men, visionary of all visionaries.
What you haven't seen, he has.
What you can't say, he can.
For he is the poet.

2 Comments:

Blogger as velas ardem ate ao fim said...

Bjinho enorme!

3/21/2007  
Blogger Narcisus said...

Não sei o que está escrito... mas a foto vale tudo para mim -ROSAS!

Adoro rosas e vou tomar esse ramo como algo que me foi oferecido.

Beijinhos

3/21/2007  

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