Richard W. Reith

THE POET

Awarded: January 7, 2009A storefront window in afternoon sun
Reflecting the wonders of the world around
Images of beauty and ones that stun
Still-life’s of beauty without a sound

A prism is a prism, a piece of glass
Refracting into rainbows the light it sees
Reality with all its sharp contrast
Transformed into a colorful potpourri

The poet is a prism, refracting the truth
And a mirror reflecting all around
With words of his age and dreams of his youth
The same man, and yet, with diff’rent sounds