An Unknown Poet

A fine poet he's; he doesn't know it! Away from the boasting poetasters' baloney and tweeting poetesses' feminine taradiddle, unperturbed and undisturbed, with cool unfailing smiles, breathing the cosmic zephyrs of evocative fragrances... he's sitting there pretty, on the shores of gushing reverie-river, trawling colorful Pisces of imagery and vivifying the fallen Autumn's leaves around with vernal muse! He's still there, still, with none around... in trance, focussed on inner tweets of divine rhapsody! When does the world become lucky to read his heart...I wonder... yeah...we the infant connoisseurs are yet to open our eyes to find the real poesy! A fine poet he's; he doesn't know it!