The Poet is the Fool

The poet is the fool always the fool because every one thinks she tells the truth and it’s only the truth sometimes, it’s only part of them she writes about, it’s only a glimpse of the day she sees and brings it to the paper like an offering of love, saying here, here, it is this I loved and have brought it to you because you may just like the taste of it…the paper is the fool as well because he always takes what she brings and sometimes it is bitter, sometimes it is ugly, sometimes it is not filled with the beauty of her soul, he is like every man and does not wish for both sides of the coin, he wants only to have the feel of it, to close his eyes and feel it’s shape lying upon him…but, everyone is the fool because the poet is a liar turning tinsel into silver and selling them a dream, a dream they believe is about them, they think her works reflect something in themselves, as though she placed mirrors in her words on purpose, when all she did is have a drink and become thoughtful.