POETS ARE FROM PLUTO

POETS ARE FROM PLUTO

 

Where do poets even live ?

On the planets of pain and persistence ,

Do they even have a planet for them ,

Or they have to adjust on half- dwarfs , as plutos?

 

What do poets eat ?

The breads of   blues and banishment,

Do they even got the penny for buying bread,

Or they sustain on water instead?

 

What do poets hear?

The tales of agony and abandonment ,

Are they even able to hear anything, except  feeling ,

Feeling love , loath  and lonely .

 

What do poets read?

Except books of seclusion and grief ,

But do they even have books to read ,

Or they write all of them?

 

What do poets see?

Except the mirage of magic and madness,

But aren`t they themselves mad,

To make everything magical?

 

What do poets smell,

Except failure and deceive ,

But do they really fail ?

Or they make their failure so personal and so relevant ,  to experience ultimate freedom?

 

What do poets even write?

Except verses of vintage love stories ,

But do they have a story,

Or they make their story , get buried in the verses of non existent glory.

 

What do poets even think?

Except  pen and paper, desk and dearths ,

Or do they even think about contemplating,

Or they only contemplate creativity .

 

 Do poets even sleep?

Or the dreams of completing verses,

Keep them up , strangling surfaces of,

Waking in between to fall on desk within strangles of pen and paper .

 

 What do poets even  sing ,

Except  songs of melachony and melodies ,

But do they even sing , or they only cry,

Whenever a sad tale ends , and another grieving tale become alive .

 

But isn`t poet another human ?

A human who want to detach and feel,

Who want to wind and unwind ,

Or the poet is another woman?

 

Writing about feminism ,

Igniting hearts in radical poetism ,

For days , she feel  the sorrow,

For the next , she break glasses of grief in her memoir to write pages , to paint her rainbow .

 

What do poets even feel  ?

Except emptiness and wholesness,

Or do they even feel or they only fell,

Fell in love , with someone to write poems for them.

Leeza