One Mans Words Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

Sometimes I wallow mildly, fruitlessly in wonderment
at the thinking of man.
So obsessed with his own glorification, he loses sight of any hidden beauty.
To read aloud the words of long dead poets and soak in their pledge,
to follow the lineation and catch their intent..
Slowly, maybe never, to immerse myself within the expression the poet
feels in that parsec of time..
Allowing all thoughts of preconception, to die and be re born within anothers thoughts,
Yet fumbling for clarity and finding emptiness, looking to abandon the search..
And yet…not quite yet… to read on....read on
Believe and imagine, hear and feel, know and awaken within, a silent
slumbering monster, that having been disturbed now will never more sleep
the long sleep..one of perception, clarity and light,
and welcome the thirst to continue this voyage of expression and cohesion
with a fellow human being.