Soul Scanners

What is poetry if not an X-ray of the soul.

It’s a scan of what we hide inside in darkness black as coal.

A poet scans the soul of things…themselves & those without.

They see into the hidden places & turn them inside out.

They roll it over in their hands & rinse off all the rot.

Then it’s polished & bright & ready then to be poetry’s plot.

Black blood ink soaks into the bright white page from the nib of fountain pens.

The pens designed from broken bones found behind the X-ray lens.

And whadduyaknow! The things we hide turned out to be rare diamonds.

Poets have done this from the dawn of language & will until la fin du monde.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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