Logic & Poetry

The poet is dancing on a tightrope,

  Concern about connections – suspending,

    Focusing each, delicate, step of grace.

 

You are mesmerized: all her words’ acting –

  Balanced, beautifully, each seamless trope.

    Her art – her being.  A thin line – her place.

 

Illusions hobble here our human race –

  Although Logic never limits our scope

    And may blossom in all our creations.

 

Inspiring steps, with no distractions –

  Logic adores the poet’s lovely pace

    Uniting with her in a moving hope.

 

For what is his is hers, and what is hers is his –

  They master chaos with answers of dancers.  This.