A Poets Belief Poem by Frederick Nellist

Words that laugh and cry from the page
Inviting sadness and sometimes rage
A magic overflow of spontaneous feeling
Arousing emotions sending senses reeling.

The pen of a poet becomes Merlin's wand
Dormant passions awake, eagerly respond
Words painting pictures blowing the mind
Creating adventures that are never unkind.


Words confusing, at times not making sense
Love and romance, it's called poets licence
Rhythmical composition written or spoken
Literary rules bent not deliberately broken.

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance
About lovers meeting not always by chance
Conjuring up a wonderful chorus of words
Orchestrating the meaning of bees and birds.

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason
It can paint the wind regardless of season
Words put into place that will always achieve
It's the music of souls that's what I believe.