Interpretation of a poet's words
Is like identifying just one in a flock of birds
Though it still reveals a fraction of the poet's inner being
Like a fragmented mirror in front of a human being.
How much of the poets' life can you discern?
How much of the poets' life can you concern?
Do the words flutter as you read or do they squirm?
Does the conviction of emotion ruminate?
Do the metaphors create imagery, or do they recreate?
Is it an eye opener or does it merely clear the mist?
Every poet takes a risk.
To showcase emotions and experience.
Can you sense the fear in us?
Will you read the words that bleed, from a poet's mind?
See what life exists behind.
A collection of syllables.
A word is not simply a collection of letters.
It is the memories that fetes.
And builds the poets prose.
So then where will the poets seed land as they sow?