THE UNDER HONORED POET #

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JOURNAL # 40

where as
poets
I've always believed
to be
fountains of hope themselves
they, with their gift and skill
are able to churn
beauty from the
twisted remains
of even the harshest
misunderstanding
and pain
they are reverse wires
free flowing back on
former negatives
and distributing
universal rhythms of
integrated harmony
the poet can many times
be the actual conduit
for which others reach through
from deep inside themselves
and amid the spectrum of this
or that particular poem
they too
are able to touch
in themselves and share with
another just what joy and or
infliction is currently
invading their own heart
imagine such reader's wonder
when they locate words
that express their deepest
personal meaning that they before
believed nobody else could
comprehend in them
and then
they happen upon a dusty
old book of poems written
nearly 140 years ago
by a person of a bygone era
who has been dead years prior
to even their own grandparents' birth
the chords of communion their spirit
must feel as they stumble so
thankfully upon such words of
wisdom and insight
through another emotional intellect's zeal
as that light of connection glows
brighter and brighter
until they feel that dead poet
from time's past
knows the very
perimeters and maze into
their own before felt
misunderstood heart
that is the gift,
reason,
purpose and
calling
I believe of
'The Under Honored Poet'
they witness like many in this world
the great magnitude of pain
and suffering and humiliation
of the masses
but they, for their reason in being
reflect back mostly joy's harmony
and simple pleasure's unique ability
to unite
alike spirits
even from far across the infinite gorges,
valleys and monuments afforded
to man by time........................
(April 13, 2011 848pm)