Even Philosophers Have Feelings...

Do poets always feel the same Each time they pause to pen, Or is it just for words they aim, When they commence again? Do words spill forth like shooting stars, From passions, lust or hate? Or random thoughts that come to pass, New rhymes to recreate? Do poets moderate their hearts, To quell some rage inside, Or seek for each theme that imparts For eyes to open wide? The reader comes with placid pace, Not knowing what comes next And all the poet's thoughts embrace, Regardless, glad or vexed... An exclamation mark or two, May offer some insight, To see the angst, the point of view, The mindset, dark or bright... But lacking these, the words portray, If spoken soft or loud, A broken heart, demise, dismay, Depression like a cloud... Yet if one noble thought stands tall, To grace that final line, That turning point's the miracle, Like Heaven sent a sign... Without the poet's own account, Of what he felt that time, His written words can still amount To something that's sublime... Denis Martindale.11 March 2016.