Reflections…the poet’s words

The mind seeks the solace of words,
rich in abundance, and like ingredients
they fall into place,
finding strength within themselves
and meaning in their collation,
purpose like an esoteric whim
that finds and defines everything,
within the syntax of its building.
And verse emerges clean and pure,
thoughts imagined
and in black and white, manifest, secure,
articulate sighs and wonder chiselled from words,
from revelation to frowns of absurd,
yet the process, the very creation
of thought leaves us in quandary,
as a mind seeks the solace of words
to explain our theories.
A sentient mind is our blessing,
our burden, our pain and addressing
all that glimmers in a life of gold,
may be discovered in truth, a darkness,
our very undressing,
yet words are like doves,
aloft in freedom’s warm embrace,
searching for meaning and a family to make,
life worthwhile,
the struggle and pain a purposeful pride.
Beauty resides within minds,
for without it words would dry up
and crusted, fall to dust,
yet we seek those words,
those flighted doves of black and white,
to ride the currents of the beauty we see,
and to impart the joy that we, as poets,
present as reflections of a deep and endless sea.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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So, so beautiful, thank you!
My pleasure Shalini, so pleased you appreciate my thoughts and expression. Take care.