Poets In Touch...

O poets in touch with the rhythms of Nature Prepare the soil for the keen arrival of her Flowered beauty! And as they're only concerned With the seed, and not the fruit, then they can discern A pattern in proceedings. For it is often The case, in creative matters, that what one ends Up with won't look like the notion that one began With. Many notice this, but do not understand The process. Many produce painted skeletons: Brittle, half - baked, incredibly monotonous; Lacking in nuance and form. Too few realise Dreams and visions that lie deep within the mind's eye. Like Tarkovsky, true poets sculpt and paint in time; Guided not by systems, but by the seasons' rhymes.