A Sea of Floating Crystal Balls

    A Sea of Floating Crystal Balls

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The reason poetry has always been

Required is that most people lack the power

To spell out utterness as perfect kin

To Tuesday nights, the bride’s night to the hour

When supper has just finished in a home

With chintz and doilies.  People always knew

And always know that daily life is foam

Above where threats and love make rendezvous.

These people do not hold the words to say

What every soul admits when eyes are closed

And only truth is faced.  When tongues must pray

With stuttering, they need their notes transposed.

  When Wednesday people find their joy has gone

    Unknown, they need a poet’s spoken dawn.

Phillip Whidden