DT (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)


Poets sing and dance with glee
as they compose their poetry
whilst others with mouths full of dust
speak of what they must.

Poets with music in the air
make you stand and look and stare
and question what is really there.
Whilst pretenders write a prose
that brings no light to what we know.

Poets with their muses fair
connect with what pervades the sky
and bring to earth the heavens high.
Poetry not just a verse
but a window on our universe.

by David Taylor

Comments (3)

you sing from your soul and heart....and for the pure love of the art...thanks for sharing: O)
I wanna go to war in Samalia and read my poetry to the locals. 'Hi, Brian.'
I do so agree and the poet's eyes are the eyes of society, looking incredulously! Smiling at you, Just a poet with a glint in her eye Tai