The Magic Of Poetry

Poets are full of magic Magical spells cast from the depth of life And sometime horrendous memories of sorrow Wraps around their heads With their clandestine intentions Rubbing into their minds The life experiences of both the wicked and the good The happy ones and those full of sorrow Are captured by the wavering ink As it flows from the master’s hand The pen stupefied by the content of its belly Bellowing out huge chunks of words With hidden meaning and purpose The code of the gods revealed By the colorful flow of words As they meander across the plain The blank stares on the pages of time Filled to the brim with blossoming words Flowers of messages coming in all sorts of color The magic of poetry in full bloom