The Poet's Art

If prosaic calls to mind
The factual and the dull,
What can "poetic" mean?
A different way
of speaking?
A different way to dream?

Stories sometimes
Must be told
Through images and light.
The truth we claim
To see so well is neither
Wrong nor right.

We tell of what
We know, or what
We sense or feel.
And often find
The Poet's word
Captures what is real.

We use the rhythm
Of The bard, the poet's lines,
The poet's art.
For hidden in the
Fabled verse,
We find our long, lost heart.

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