A Poet Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A poet's heart, the world's true beat,
A voice that speaks, bitter and sweet.
Of truths that hide, and fears that loom,
Said in shadows, chased from the room.

A word unsent, a thought concealed,
Until the poet, bravely, revealed.
If words don't shake, don't make you pause,
They haven't brushed the sacred cause.

To sculpt with words, a fragile art,
To touch the soul, and tear it apart.
With verse or rhyme, a painted scene,
To stir the heart, and make it keen.

Not just to write, but feel the call,
To live the truth, and give your all.
A driven hand, a burning need,
To plant a seed, a conscience feed.

A dream-soaked mind, a waking fire,
To read or write, with deep desire.
To be the poet, soul aflame,
Whispering change, in life's hard game.

T.M.Solvang