Birth of the Poet
As a straight line appeared before his eyes,
it just laid still and rested on the parchment
waiting for him to plunge into the depth of it
and see it as he wanted it to be.
It started to breathe and bend and take shape
and formed into a colossal flying lizard
that spread its wings and lifted him up.
He felt an exhilarating breeze as it filled his lungs
and his heart beat to the pulse of the sacred drums.
He nestled inside the wings that were soft as silk
and were as fragrant to him as his mother’s milk.
He saw the graceful pinions churning inside
that functioned to give him a glorious ride;
Then sailed higher than the highest mount,
through more clouds than he could ever count.
He could see the Universe vibrating before him
and the stars going into a melodic spin.
He could hear silent drums giving them support
and feel the pulse inside his resonant door.
He could feel angelic tears filling his heart
and giving him fuel for his eager start,
the poetic man filled with universal lore
from his inaugural journey to heaven’s floor.
Then back to earth but not back to earth;
yet his mind still suspended for his new birth.
His feet on the ground in his old, old world
as his heart broke loose and inhibitions unfurled.
Poet from your recent birth, write me a verse
and spice it up with thy heavenly words.
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