Partial eclipse
In the depths of a poet's mind, a mystery untold
Where emotions dance and stories unfold
Words woven in intricate design
A glimpse of truth, a glimpse of divine
No one knows the poets' hearts
The silent struggles, the hidden parts
Their verses like a partial eclipse
Revealing only glimpses, subtle hints
Misunderstood, their intentions lost
In the sea of readers' thoughts
For those who read with open eyes
Can see the truth, can hear their cries
No one knows the true meaning
Behind each line, each word, each feeling
A second read, a fourth, maybe more
To grasp the essence, to explore
In the realm of free verse style
Lies the poet's heart, mile by mile
Read between the lines, dig deep
And you'll find the secrets they keep
No one knows the poets' minds
Except for those who seek and find
The hidden gems, the truths untold
In the free verse, in the stories bold.
Ghazala lari
Tue 16th Apr 2024 08:05
Keith: The intentions behind verses are different from what's comprehended.
A mystery none can actually solve.
Thank you.
Graham: i totally agree with you. Even a poet doesn't know the beginning nor the end of what the poet writes. Most of it is inspired.
Thank you.