The Poet

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turn them to shapes, and gives airy nothing
A local habitation and a name

-William Shakespeare

Tender is the art of creation that occurs in the minds of men. Wreathed as it is in an invisible curtain of logic and belief, the mind and the soul is the clay of the poet's words.

He builds you, moulds you and crafts your dreams in ways you would never have thoughts possible.

Have you ever read a poem that made you cry? Or come across a story that touched your heart and gave you the shivers?

That is the power of the poet. He creates. He changes. He reveals within emptiness a form bright as the moon or darker than the night. All with the simple touch of a pen.

How much are you willing to give in exchange for sight beyond sight and vision of all things hidden behind the veil of the average human comprehension?

What would you give to be a poet?