Life Of A Poet Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life of a poet is filled with intense feelings of joy, happiness,
sorrow, sadness, grief and loss, writing all of it into poetry,
creating landscapes and portraits from blossoming and flowery
imagery.

An astounding amount of details, all being remembered on a photographic screen of memories that always have a place front
and center in mind and intellect, yet, always being immersed in
a bluened light.

Listening to music and writing poetry has an intense drawback
also, being totally in a dimension of another world and universe
no one able to understand what it's like, leaving a poet to a
life of aloneness.

Mind and intellect being delicacies of the brain, giving so much
wonder, beauty and life to a poetical mind, only able to love in
a poem, not ever really experiencing love in reality, because
life is going against every thought of love being found in poetry.

A poem deeply and intensely taking hold of a mind, giving it a
taste of how love and caring are so tenderly and gently felt, but
nothing in the reality of it even comes close to what it feels
like through poetry.

There must be some way to get it together, but not feeling like
there's a single soul on earth who could ever match the intensity
and flood of feelings and emotions that a poem can produce just
by writing and reading it.

A mystery of this existence that cannot be explained to a poet
in regular words and sentences, there's just no love and caring
in a simple conversation, nothing like the desires and passion
that can be felt through an imaginational reality of a poem.

Living life like the lie it seems to be, finding there's no true
love or caring from another human being, only the failed feelings
that can never hope to match the reality of a poetical poem of a
love within imagination and innate talent.

Never going to find these things, not willing to settle for any-
thing less through the years, wondering if that one special person
even exists in this temporary life, thinking it's an impossibility,
because no one loves as deeply and intensely as the Divine always
dwelling within us.