A path poets know well

a path

I’ve walked a path

poets know well

where thoughts

imagination collide

where hearts unravel

without a sound.

I met some who desired

fame and fortune

others who wished to be heard

but not recognized.

I met some weary souls

some with nothing but joy

then I met me

somewhere in between.

We often read

trash cans full of drafts

exchanged tales of

misses and have nots

 then parted company

knowing words went unsaid.

Should you ever be walking

a path and stumble upon

a poet

just pretend

smile

and know something or someone

caused ink to flow from a pen.

 

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