To Poet - by Bob Atkinson

To Poet

(c)2013 Bob Atkinson

Homer

to poet means a lot of things

here in one round land of feelings

conjured by dreams of flowing streams

striving to alter causes sadly dreamed

me, I drool upon my desk

with tongue between my teeth

and hallucinate about progress

we could make if astute, tenacious

that is, faithful to ourselves

and our long lost friends of note

faithful to some we've never met

and yes,

to some who frighten us to the bone

we're all in this boat together

this leaky kind of world

where every little thing we do

creates problems, whirlpools

we see ourselves as lucid beings

with hindsight, feelings oh so good

yet we thrust upon each other burdens

with our violent kind of moods

tell me if my dreams of glory

for my fellow man and woman

drift toward the impossible

outside of words that can be certain

to poet means to understand

not all wants, just what comes to mind

to poet means to bring out thoughts

to emerge those tears of crying

living as though in utopia

that perfect kind of world

where all that ever could be

has this Earth encircled