Poets as a rule are high on adventure
Like wondering bards or prophets today.
Embracing hearts and minds with wisdom
Casting through verse their visions at play.
Poets have their dreams and their nightmares
Of love, life, death, faith and war.
They feel the pain and tragedy of others
Even those they’ve never met before.
They fan the flames of human compassion
With their stories of the failings of man.
Professing to follow a higher power
As they recruit whomever they can.
Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
They sound their alarm of what lies ahead
As the missteps of man live on.
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- An Unsung Poet by Errant Panther.
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I still like this piece Tom. That phrase "Poets are the Bell ringers of the Soul" is so telling.
Good Luck
Jim
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So true
I Love this. I was attracted to the poem through the title. "Poets are bell ringers of the soul". Lines 8 and 9 also "rung bells" with me as being so true. I also LOVE line 10. Lovely images come from that line. Line1 - a measurement (Rule) and line 17 - a mis-measurement?
A really lovely poem, thank you.
ChileQueen
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