Who knows what's is in <br />A poet's heart-it could be <br />Rainbows and candy apples <br />Ferris wheels or Topsy Turvys <br />Enough to make the head <br />Spin while the heart remains <br />Untouched. <br /> <br />Yet, mostly, it seems <br />That poet's dreams are harder <br />Things that bite and snatch <br />And dance a Saint Vitus <br />Even as it dies under a pen. <br /> <br />Don't peek, it's not <br />Nice. Let the poet <br />Speak. Let the poet <br />Dream, and mostly, <br />By request - Let <br />The poet scream.<br /><br />Charlotte Ballard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-s-heart-5/
