Tsani Jones

Rookie (May 17,1970 / Atlanta, Georgia, United States)

You Are Not The Poet - Poem by Tsani Jones

You can never utter the lines
I do.
Never speak the stanzas I
So desperately want to hear...

It is hidden, buried, the dirt
Piled high on flaming pyres
Of past wishes and present

You cannot, dare not, voice
The phrases of ancient languages of our love
Written in blood on your heart -
To do so brings pain.

Pain is the worn track from
Which you have tried to escape -
Life's illusion is so much gentler,

The other path outweighs the present result.

You are not the poet -
But every glance into your eyes
Formulates the very thoughts
You suppress - into tea roses and midnight jasmine.

The deep cuts, the tears and agony
With one hand
While the other holds
Gauze and Bactine.

You cannot be the poet,
For every smile spells
The words only a soul in love can

You write everything that is
Beautiful in this world to me
On a blanket of stars
With a single bat of your eye.

No, you are certainly not the poet,
My only true love.
You are not the weaver of words,
My darling,

You are the poem.

Comments about You Are Not The Poet by Tsani Jones

  • (8/10/2006 2:15:00 AM)

    The last line is the most beautiful. You really are great with words. A 10 from me for this

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  • (4/29/2006 2:38:00 PM)

    The title and the last line says it all! I really liked this one! (Report) Reply

  • Brian Dorn (4/29/2006 11:16:00 AM)

    Tsani, beautifully worded and a wonderful sentiment... excellent! !
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  • (4/29/2006 9:46:00 AM)

    Gorgeous poem of what it takes. Too true to be ignored by any poets heart. 10 from Tai. (Report) Reply

  • (4/29/2006 9:28:00 AM)

    Splendid! Well done. I love it.

    Patricia Gale
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  • (4/29/2006 9:16:00 AM)

    Oh my God....This is so melodius and so beautiful.Another amazing one from you! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 29, 2006

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