Poetry

Poetry was the topic of conversation just now. I'll leave names out, but one said something along the lines of, "poetry is a group effort...it's inspired." Another had just read two poems from a book he recently self-published, and another sat on the couch, quiet, and yet another stood before the author, attentive.

The moment passed at the pace of conversation, but the truth lingered. Poetry is, when all those words come down through the pen, about the sublime relationship that inspires the man to set them to a form a bit more permanent.

blind bard

You have the eyes
Of a blind bard;

Neither of which has seen

But for sight
Have searched the untold far.