The Poet lives in a glass house <br />With no windows to the outside <br />Only doors <br />Leaving open the heart to be visited <br />By others <br />Even the unwelcome visitor <br />Is received <br />The Poet writes <br />With words that sometimes rhyme <br />The pen is put to the worldly task <br />Of describing what the Poet sees <br />And the heart feels <br />With words and not a brush stroke <br />Or a camera's flash <br />Pictures and paintings take on form <br />As if they were visions seen clearly <br />With the eyes <br />Of the Poet's true being and pure soul <br />Ink and paper <br />Tears and stains <br />Of past and present <br />Sorrows and pain <br />Loves and losses <br />Given the need to describe <br />What it is like to clean <br />A Poet's glass house <br />The Poet writes <br />With doors wide open <br />Come in <br />Take what you need <br />Give what you will <br />And leave <br /> <br />Copyright ©2007 Ted G. Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-told-me-to-get-the-heck-out-of-her-poem/
