The King of Poets
How large that realm his mind dances in must truly be,
Tripping over own thoughts while wading through others.
Waist deep in screaming laughing unkind joyful humanity,
To love drowning within that midst of it all crowning him.
Once upon a time only a pollywog serfing through kingdom,
Then his imagination hopped one day upon a water lily.
It was his launching pad to bigger and greater things,
No longer held down by memories from a distant past.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
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