poet's miracle

a sonnet

"Medicines and surgery may cure, but only reading
and writing poetry can heal."—J. Arroyo

if every word were framed by flagrant fire,
perhaps i thus could every heart inspire.
what were the poet's meaning, after all,
if all his rhyme were with scant reason clad?
where were the fragrance, when soft voices call
the bowed down to the balm in gilead?

a song of joy, an aria for peace,
a lyric line to sooth the savage breast;
a lullaby for baby's sweet release,
a chant to calm political unrest;
a pipe dream for the fantasies of those
on whom fate its severest blows impose:

the poet's miracle drips from his pen
and heals the world with perfect acumen.

© Copyright 2019 July 22
by Clyve A. Bowen♫