Call Of The Poet Poem by Muharrem Soyek

Poetry is the wing of the soul
way to beloved
with the key to open
the great gate of the heart

The pride of the spider
blessed beard of a prayer
poetry is the fairytale of truth.

verses of rhyme from the rain
purity from the springs
songs of nightingale

Hope in a cage
the last pear on a branch
poetry is a cloud just to rain over the desert.

Bucket's fountain
rope enough down to the well
fairy of springs in the forest

Honey in the fig
a caterpillar in the apple
poetry is a black mulberry purple.

Temper of iron
water of steel
the pain of the blade

The thorn of rose bud
language of the mad hearts
poetry is the mourning in a funeral house.

Shadow of death
magic of life
a simile on a baby face

Heart snatcher
arsonist spirit
poetry is a firebird.

Let the poem open your heart
so you radiate out
a human from poetry

From the lighted rain into the dark
on the leaves crushed side by side
let it be so and so
soaked with love
so to become human from poetry…