Have always been individuals trapped in existence
like everybody else caught in the undertow of being.
Even before they knew how to spell phenomenology,
poets were sensitive souls with angst in their pants
who still longed to rise up to sing and dance.
They knew freedom could open the doors of perception,
and help us make better choices.
As kids, they figured out that life was absurd—
hearing adults bray: “Yes indeed, we are all going to die.”
The better poets keep you laughing at yourself,
providing insight, irony and wittiness in their poems.
Some poets can make humor the backbone of their verse.
Poets capture the moments missed by ordinary folks
who move along with the herd with their heads down.
Awareness, awareness, awareness—the key to the heart of a poet.