The Poet's Ear by Clara Mitchell
The Poet's Ear by Clara Mitchell Words flood into the poet's ear. If such rapids continue too long, I will soon go deaf. This tide pulls me to my desk. Divine inkwells awaken this moment. Pure words capture my insight. Scripts drip with fresh ink. I hear the verse form One by one-- The verses recite a new poem. The Holy Oracles of God Like a flood, Have left eternal marks In the poet's inner ear. The inner ear is a sanctum-- Call it my temple, or dwelling Place for my inner man. The words are gone. Inspire me again. The water lines are proof-- These ears will hear again and again. The poet must finish the poem. The poet's ear creates like a musician-- Who can play by ear. The poet's words are an arrangement Composed by the Holy Spirit. The hidden directing force Behind all the curtains of life.
