The poet’s verse that cannot
be quenched
by this algorithmic sea.
Does their stemmed vessel
wander
with
the
tranquil
breeze,
or is it propelled
by
the
gales
of
creativity?
Sailing,
never to sleep,
to chart the deep secrets
they keep.
Poets have always been
the explorers
of
mankind
rhythmic
mariners
of
the
mind.
Nice poem!