How is it that we poets seem to be <br />Mere transient custodians of poetry? <br />For succinct words and phrases seem to fly, <br />Like unannounced meteors from the sky, <br />To crash through polluted atmospheres of mundanity <br />And still speak something salient of humanity. <br />How strange it is, but yet, it could be worse <br />If insight came as tepid prose, not verse.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-few-short-musings-on-poets/
