" I Haven't Read Much Poetry, So...."

My words provide their own prisons
Trapped in a context by my design,
If you were to read them, though,
Escape is what they'll soon find;

The key to poetry is an open mind
Some, however, don't see it on their ring,
Can't accuse the locksmith for the lock
The owner of the locker is to blame;

There's no mystery to the poet's words
All of them are easy to describe,
No dictionary or thesaurus is required
Their answers all arrive from the inside;

Read my words with your own eyes
But not only those used to see,
Use those eyes in the mind and heart
To turn all those you's and I's into " we ".

Go on to The Dreamsayer

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