A poet is a fragile ghost <br />God gave a paperbark as skin. <br />though he excels, when as a host <br />he draws your innards slowly in. <br /> <br />And like a river's undertow <br />the promise of a mermaid's song, <br />if it's a poet whom you know <br />you're wise and know where you belong. <br /> <br />So, let your words meet in the air <br />and happily engage in dance, <br />the music is for you to share <br />the poetry? Go, have a glance. <br /> <br />That first loud scream, when you are born <br />begins the sonnet, although shrill <br />the terror of a lover's scorn <br />may it remain forever still.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-he-s-a-poet/
