The World Of Poets Is The Canvas Of Existence Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

It's not the surface of this world that poets inhabit
It's a vast world of words, thoughts and emotions
It's not only the physical world that touches their psyche
It's an elaborate world of sounds, colours, contours and silence
It's the substance of words and the fabric of silence
That envelops their minds
Not to tickle the faculty of reason
But to induce a state of being outside logic
To undress the many facets of existence
And address the deep longing in our hearts
Poets are explorers in vast realms or dimensions
Poets are excavators deep underneath and above our daily enterprises
Poets are fully conscious of the madness of poetry
But yet they are pulled by a stronger sense of knowing
They are attracted to the deepest parts of being
And enjoy the taste of exotic flavours
Not limited to the five senses
But unlimited in their soothing characters
Poets are human beings
That chose to stand at the perimeter of consciousness
And hold the fibre of being
Listening for the sounds of the unknown
Absorbing the sounds of the known
In an ecstasy far beyond reason
The world of poets is found inside all of us
The world of poets is a canvas of existence

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