This poem, entitled “The Poets”, is a major rewrite inspired, over a decade later, by the original which I wrote in 1997, and which you will find following this piece…
• • • this comparative exercise was inspired by the blog “Totally Optional Prompts”
The Poets
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damaged in their special ways
they like the path unclear
the route unmarked
fond of stumbling in
fumbling through
finding the way that’s theirs
engaged by the obtuse
the uneven
the asymmetric chord
they see grace and form
in brilliant imbalance
seduced by the clue
drawn to the fog
they seek the wonder
it withholds
where they long to go
is always round the bend
over the hill
behind the door
their ears prick
to the distant sound
that calls
just beyond clarity
to all these things
their souls are pulled
because
down the trail
in the mist
around the curve
over the crest
shut away
the clarion awaits
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rob kistner © 2009
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Following is the original poem from which the poem above was born. It is essentially a different poem from above, but it was this poem that inspired the writing of the other — a re-write of a reflection on the poet’s essence…
• • • This poem you are about to read was initially inspired by Bill Moyers exceptional PBS TV special and the equally wonderful subsequent book, “The Language Of Life”…
The Poet
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the poet’s eye is like our eye
yet it sees life’s un-shown
and reflects it for our sight
the poet’s ear is like our ear
but it senses life’s most quiet
to resound so we might hear
the poet’s tongue is like our tongue
yet it speaks what is not spoken
and becomes the voice of truth
the poet’s hand is like our hand
yet when it reaches out
what it touches is our soul
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rob kistner © 1997
