I heard you became a poet
After many miracles
Of the power of words
You decided to take on
A magical identity
a mythical persona of renown
to pause at the door of art
Before stepping through
I heard you became a poet
After finding ancient sanctuary
With many old books
It was a transfigured community
Of self-teaching the way
To universal truth, where
A few pagans found in nature
All that was needed for songs
It may be placebo, but the idols
We create last a lifetime.
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Wuji Seshat 
Such a gift for words you have!
Deep and thoughtful, Wuji. Already,
it seems – I know these words quite well.
Good work! Peace, Keith
Ah Keith, the journey is long and we all in the end say the same words.
Good poetry evokes emotions in the reader, this did in me. Well done.
Yes it was a write to writers, you must be a writer then Mario?
I am indeed a writer. Please continue to share your works and vision with us. I think you are very good at what you do.
Thanks MW, it’s encouraging 🙂
A remarkable piece. Thank you for sharing.
thanks I see by your name you share a certain addiction to words..
…to pause at the door of art before stepping through it… Just Beautiful!
Every poet Gabriela, every writer; has their moment, to say that their soul needs to say – and then, well, the time for saying is over.
This is so true, so true…