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charlotte@artvilla.com 

The Poet

Poets embed themselves 
Within my heart. 
I need not have eyes to read, 
Ears to hear, 
Nor shall I bide my time in poetic waste. 

Poets speak well in my mind’s eye … without pen; 
And have done so throughout a lifetime 

Life blooms in awesome hues. 
Sometimes … colours clash; 
Refusing to combine. 
They remain non colours … black and white; 
Unable to join the spectrum … alpha and omega 

So then life moves on, 
Avoiding games, 
Greeting new, 
Living amidst the wealth of a world’s offerings, 
Breathing in the good … exhaling the bad; 
Offering no hate, 
No negative force 
Only a need for peace to rule. 

Tears have cursed cheeks too many a time. 
So actions need take place, 
Where words will not suffice. 

I will not bear an arid, desolation from life. 
My love for life is great! 
I will give, share, care 
… with Love. 
And always 
Keep my poets at heart’s range.

© Copyright 6/7/00,  Charlotte Mair.
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