Richard Picciuto wrote this poem about poets and poetry that will make you think about the person behind the words. This poem is taken from Richard’s second book, Moonlit Weeds.
These writers with feelings, knowledge, and lore,
bring comprehension and passion up to the fore.
To intensify meaning, they withhold some for sure
and readers will glean all their minds can procure.
Great poetry has been scanned and not read
for only great poets can read it, it’s said.
Are all poets mad like hatters and hares
while riding the edge of the river that’s theirs?
Much in your mind was learned strictly by chance,
better look to the poets, those wordsmiths who dance.