Photograph Of A Poet Poem by Matthew Holloway

I see in that picture a look
Of someone who just doesn't care
Willing to write as they wish to
Forgetting any audience or book sales
Poetry is a dying art, it seems
Sidelined by mainstream media
But it's ink runs deep in my veins
Like an addict I crave
The next poem be it written
By my own hand or read by my own eyes
I admire and respect these poets
Masters and mistresses of their craft
The speakers, sermons, songs, confessions
I love these writers who pen on
Sharing to the world a beautiful vision
As similar as many of us may be
We are all individuals, artists
And looking through these pictures
I see the poet and poets
Who get this