The True Poet Poem by Cynthia Yildirim

The True Poet



She sits alone
with her pen in hand
writing about all love’s woes.
She studies the actions of the
sparrow depicting it's movement
with the beautiful language
of poetry.

Her wit greets her

Her mind full of descriptions
of the most wondrous things.
Writing is her passion
Everyone knows.

Her heart deceives her

For poetry is a great art form
that should encompass no limits she says.
Write with all that escapes you.
Let the universal knowledge overtake you

He sits alone
with his pen in hand
writing about all love’s woes.
He studies the actions of the
sparrow depicting it's movement
with the beautiful language of poetry.

His wit greets him

His mind full of descriptions
of the most wondrous things.
Writing is his passion
Everyone knows.
His heart deceives him

For poetry is a great art form
that should have no limitations he says.
Write with all that escapes you.
Let the universal knowledge overtake you

They meet

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Cynthia Yildirim

Cynthia Yildirim

Florence, Alabama U.S.A
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