Poets

New poem published on "Soft Whispers" today.

Poets are like magicians

that pull verses out of the air

like bouquets, each one as lovely

and fragrant as a flower.

Poets are like mothers

in labor to deliver inky black lines;

their twitching hands 

like wombs, birthing rhymes.

Poets are both teachers

and students of life;

their subjects are love and loss

and sorrow and joy and strife.

Poets are like oysters

and their poems are like pearls;

the words they hold in their souls

change not themselves, but the world.

They are all these things, and more,

though they may not know it.

You can be whatever you like, but for me:

I think I’ll be a poet.