The Poets Call Poem by Rick Elpers

What with pen we scribe
Fleeting moments given
To emote colorful and expansive 
Touching somewhere below 
The surface as once hidden
Now revealed
Judged by those searching 
For equilibrium and meaning
As minor philosophers 
We as poets scale the inner 
World we all have experienced
But whose vision is clearer
Hence the call to write
And make known to the brave soul
Whose need is to know what we 
Have found