Where Poets Dream and Cry

Where is the place for Poets
To dream their dreams and spread their wings
To imagine the wildest and the unthinkable
To ponder on and create unheard of things

Where can Poets slip away to
When creativity is at an all-time high
And they get a glimpse of a masterpiece
And all the parts that will bring it to life.
And now is the time to capture the flow
Before inspiration dies with the close of this window
Of time that only Poets are privileged to know.

How can we not miss going
To this once forbidden place
That will ever so often appear
For a Poet to see and partake of its gifts so dear.

Where do poets go to contemplate
Their characters and who they will come to life and be
And where they will live and who else will be there
And as the story unfolds, what does it all mean

Where do Poets go when they are overwhelmed
And life becomes a rollercoaster ride pulling them in all directions
A puzzle piece menagerie with a juxtapose of scattered energies it seems
And they are left wanting in burnout or just betwixt and between
Where is their refuge, their special place
To go and be nurtured
Where do they escape when life gets too loud
And they just need a space to breathe.

Where do Poets Go
When they are in a season
Where life pulls on their emotions
And they need a good cry
Where is this space or place
Where Poets may run, to dream and cry.

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