A poet can turn <br />to the splendor of his own <br />innermost sanctum. <br /> <br />There, to draw upon <br />the fertile fields of his mind, <br />lush in their beauty. <br /> <br />There is no limit <br />to the imaging power <br />for new creation. <br /> <br />Fed by desire <br />to get to know an ego <br />so deeply buried. <br /> <br />An awesome music <br />resonating from craters, <br />the inner soulmate. <br /> <br />Respect this treasure <br />of poetry in action. <br />We all are poets.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poets-haiku/
