In the sacred realm of language,

Where syllables dance creating an image.

Like fireflies in the twilight of existence,

Poetry emerges from The Interwoven Story of Life!

In the delicate whisper of the soul we come alive,

A symphony of emotions that continue to arise.

That resonates in the chambers of our heart as we start to fly,

We hear the echoing of laughter and sobs of despair.

Poetry is a journey between the molecules in the air,

A path between the concrete and the unreal.

A vessel carrying the weight of the universe,

We paint pictures of words in every single verse.

Mutating the mundane into the phenomenal,

The unenduring into the miraculously unbelievable.

A poet is not merely a weaver of words,

A sorcerer of meaning weaving unimaginable worlds.

Waving his quill like a wand from here to there,

Summoning images that dance through the mind with utmost care.

The alchemists of thought shaping raw emotions into gold,

Mixing the Essence of life into verses that pulse with vitality waiting to be told.

Through the halls of our imagination,

We find the stairs to creativity and illumination,

Stitching together the intricate threads of reality and fantasy.

Logic, clarity, madness, a remedy, the chaos within life’s melody.

A poet embraces the paradox of existence,

The joy that dances hand in hand with sorrow without resistance.

The light that casts shadows,

The life that cradles death.

Leading us to forgotten meadows,

Where wonders of the world remain unsaid.

Capturing fleeting moments that slip through our fingers like grains of sand,

Immortalizing them in stanzas that breathe with the rhythm of a pen.

Each line a heartbeat, each stanzas a pulse,

Echoing the profound truth that we are all one, what’s the fuss?

In our craft we delve into the depths of the psyche,

Exploring the corridors of the mind where dreams and fears are flighty.

We are the dreamweavers molding visions that inspire and provoke,

Igniting fires in the hearts of their readers, challenging the status quo.

Every metaphor unveils the hidden layers of reality beyond our illusions,

Revealing the beauty in the grotesque and the wisdom within the delusions.

In the intricate dance of words, lies a tender vulnerability unearthed,

A poet’s heart laid bare upon a page that often goes unheard.

Exposing the raw sinews of emotion that bind us all,

Guardians of empathy for the weak and small and the strong and tall.

Wielding our pens against the apathy of the world,

Tempting us to feel, reflect and connect to unfold.

In our verses we find peace among shared struggles,

A reminder that we are not alone in our journey through the shadows.

Poetry can also be a spiritual pilgrimage,

A quest for the divine hidden in the ordinary image.

In the sacred dialogue between the self and the cosmos,

Where we seek to unravel the mystery of existence,

To see the infinite within the finite even if it’s only only a glimpse.

In the rustle of leaves, the crash of the waves,

In the silence of the stars, in the sunrise as they fade.

Finding the echoes of the divine, in the shadows where we shine,

Where miracles align in the lines of every rhyme.

Deciphering the morphology into a symphony of words,

That re-echo within the heartbeat of the earth.

Thus, in the nexus of all creation, the poet inscribes the sacred text,

To the pliability of the human spirit, a glorification of the beauty and complexity of all existence.

We’re mirrors reflecting the beacon of our innermost truths and light,

Guiding other’s through the darkest storms of life.

Reminding them that even in the darkest of nights the stars still shine,

What is a poet? In their ceaseless quest to capture the essence of being.

We are but the blind and the seeing, the silence in the speaking.

We are the seeker and the sage, the lover and the warrior,

The dreamer and the realist, The Angel and The Reaper.

Forever entwined in the sacred dance of creation,

What is poetry? But truth learned in our imagination.

Revealing that all the beautiful journeys have no destination,

Inviting you to listen to the wisdom that is hidden,

Inside your heart and soul, and all the pages we’ve ever written.

—ŤerryŞalmon—