Poetry Group...

On Saturdays the poets meet
And talk about the inner life,
How poetry reflects,
With an economy of words,
The clarity of substance
Buried deep in opaque depths,
Hidden realities within,
Unseen but somehow sensed
In spiritual, mystic ways,
Their essence cleared
By the poet's gift to grasp
A fundamental truth,
Project it on the screen
Of consciousness
In words which bare the soul
And make one understand
That beyond vanity and shame,
The quagmire of daily life,
Its shabbiness and uncertainty,
Within the flaming smithy of the soul
Lie fundamental truths and beauty...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2009 Alfred Charasz