Listening to Music Within

I took a road traveled less, gazing at the splendid sea, feeling on her sandy shores softest cotton ’neath my feet. Comely clouds in crowds above, I viewed dancing in heaven, bidding one watch their ballet prancing in white against blue. A poem reveals what the poet hears. The poetic journey does not consist of finding new suns or moons or stars, but in discovering new ears to gain fresh insights into what is real. In short, poetry is a mirror in which one can see beyond the self. In a debu...