The Poet Poem by Christine A Kysely

The Poet always weaves his thoughts
With the finest needle and thread
Each word carefully placed
Intricately woven, carefully chosen
Like the finest piece of Normandy lace.

His words... just as the winds, wind themselves through
Treeless forests of mind, seeking a bud to bear
Over both emotionally calm and stormy seas
The Poet's verses dance about your head as loose strands of your hair
He's sending you his thoughts, his visions, his burdons to share.

He has a voice that carries on the wind
Exploring exotic places far and wide
That make us feel for things, for life itself
Both small and with a sense of pride.

He writes of strong love, he writes of plain life
He writes with emotion, he writes of the strife
He writes of the present, the future and what's been
He writes of the angels, he writes of life's sins.
He writes with a passion, its all that hes got
It's his life's fulfillment, its his God given lot.

Crossing the world's highest mountaintops
Across the world's most arid sands
His voice sweeps across this country
His voice carries across this land
Sweet songs of mental liberation
For both woman and man.

(December 13, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved