Poets see with different eyes
Condensing space and time
They vision future eras
Prophesy in rhyme.
Tuning in to inner ear
sounds near, an far away
Messages of joy, or warning
Picked up every day.
Poets walk a rock-strewn path
Beset by conscience’s call.
Seeming born before their time
Badgered by re-call,
When they say they must reveal
How things are, or will be
Give them hearing, grant them grace
Listen to their plea!
Honest poets in the past
Suffered cruel tortures,
Sometimes died – attesting truth
Of evil ventures.
Ponder on the words they wrote
Of future, in times past,
Then truth, like science fiction
Will prove itself, at last!
© Patricia Lamont
So true. As a fellow poet I too see the world through different eyes, a different heart and a different passion.
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