A poem is not a reflection
Of the poet or his thinking
The poet, while, is a shadow
Of the poem that he’s drinking
He is merely a medium
Between the poem and the page
To flung the doors wide open
Of the concealed cage
A Poem Is Not A Reflection
A poem is not a reflection
Of the poet or his thinking
The poet, while, is a shadow
Of the poem that he’s drinking
He is merely a medium
Between the poem and the page
To flung the doors wide open
Of the concealed cage
Frank Solanki 
Wwwwooooowwwww…. Love this one!!!
Sorry to bring a twist it religion or spirituality, for me a poet or an artist is like a prophet. The message come through them, but it is a message from higher sources of love and compassion, translated into words or expression through the poet or artist.
💙💛❤️💜🧡
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“Of the poem that he’s drinking” – the weirdest sentence I ever came across so far to rhyme another… 😅😅😅
Good poetry, though.
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So true
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All that is written, all that is thought, as the page is turned in a new way each day.
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I so agree with you Frank and often say the same thing.
I love the way you wrote this poem … about poems. 😊
miriam
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Thanks.
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Yes Yes YES!!! This is it exactly, Frank!
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I read it yesterday, just had it saved for today. Great and truthfull writing.
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Thanks.
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Reblogged this on CRAZY LIFE and commented:
And I feelt it was only me…
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Oh yeah? Well, prove it. Every other day flipflop your poems’ moods; happy, sad, seething, joyful, distant, engaged.
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Yes, open wide the doors.
The poem is gasping for air!
Crack open the windows.
Catch no poets there.
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Liked and shared. Thank you, Frank. Wonderful.
https://twitter.com/outosego/status/1167894626725847040
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