Poetry is the graffiti
of the untempered soul
wreaking havoc
on your stain-glass windows
and picture-perfect perceptions

Thrusting itself at your eyes
Forcing you to see
the reflections
of who we are
And taking no note
of what you think or believe

Pen dictates to paper
to reveal letters
of unfettered reality
and the poet speaks
without uttering a word

In absurdity
or, perhaps, disillusionment,
our expectations
cause deviations
when revelations
are born
from imaginations
And, like birds,
fly upwards into a limitless expanse

Poetry is the window
to look in or out
A door to open,
to enter,
or leave.

© The Drummer Poet


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