Who is the poet
whose lines we
recognize?
Are there patterns
in their written art?
Does the texture change?
Or is it a mood ring,
always the ring
but ever changing colors?
Does it mean anything if a poet is a near
perfect reflection of the pen pusher?
Does poetry reveal deeper truths that
wouldn't normally be seen with the writer?
Is an alter-ego poet most prevalent?
What is a true poet?
True to the craft?
a true preacher?
true to their self?
true to the genre?
a kook with one oar?
Yeah, I know which one I am
now where did my boat go?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem