That man who writes to you

(Sunday Poetry Corner) You don’t know him, and yet you’ve spoken to him many times through the Internet. You’re aware of the abyss that separates you, and I’m not just referring to the thousands of kilometers, but also to the differences in age, race, culture, and personal history… Even so, you feel the need to talk to him, to find solace in your unchosen (or perhaps chosen) loneliness…
 

WHO IS THAT MAN?
 
Who is
that man who writes to you?
Who writes your name so often
and opens his heart to you,
offering the comfort
of his soul’s embrace,
from more than a thousand kilometers away,
for you to rest?
 
And what do you tell him?
Why do you open your life to him
and invite him in,
to know the intimate
corners of your refuge?
 
Perhaps they are two worlds,
opposites that meet,
because deep down they share
the same desire,
a need
to feel their loneliness
shared.
 
Who is
that man who writes to you?
It’s me.
 

A chance encounter will take him far away, on a thrilling adventure full of action and emotion that will change his life... but also the lives of everyone around him…
“Fleeing into silence”: https://a.co/d/7SUfVb3

The steam of the coffee

(Sunday Poetry Corner) Sipping a coffee slowly, relaxed, letting our thoughts soar freely… is a practice we should do more often. As a poet, that moment feels magical, and the wisps of steam rising through the air speak to us in that language that needs no words, only a receptive mind willing to “feel” and listen…
 
THE STEAM OF THE COFFEE
 
The steam of the coffee traces
with its strokes through the air
those poems
that you or I will be able
to capture on paper,
leaving them as immutable
witnesses
of a feeling
that rises above
time.
 
I take the pencil and paper
like the painter
who sketches freehand,
fingers loose,
letting the heart
express
the thoughts.
 
The thermos and your cup
of coffee
release their aroma into the air
beside the keyboard
of your PC.
You look to the sky,
and after a pause,
you, too, begin
to write.
 
Two distant poets
meet now.
The coffee has awakened
the desire to convey
the intangible mysteries
that float through space,
unformed feelings
that the aroma of a coffee
has come
to stir awake.
 

A chance encounter will take him far away, on a thrilling adventure full of action and emotion that will change his life... but also the lives of everyone around him…
“Fleeing into silence”: https://a.co/d/7SUfVb3

Differences between a writer and a poet

Most poets write in the first person, channeling their personal feelings, emotions, life perspectives, stances, dreams, and aspirations into their poetry. They often write about love, but they can also celebrate or mourn nature, beauty, sadness, life, or death. They might portray current or historical events, sketch biographies of well-known figures or obscure individuals who resonate with them, or even write about poetry itself or their muse. In essence, poets write about whatever inspires them at any given moment.
 
A novelist, historian, or essayist decides when to write, crafting their work through study, erudition, education, research, and hard work. Their creations are the fruits of their labor. A poet, however, operates differently. Poets don't write on command; they write when they feel. A writer might sit down to write by choice, but a poet is driven by an internal force. Without inspiration, without that magical spark, a poet cannot commit words to paper.
 
A writer is made through dedication, study, effort, and, undeniably, innate talent. But a poet is not crafted; they are born. No amount of studying or hours of work can manufacture a poet. However, a poet can refine their technique through study, but that's as far as it goes. Poetry springs from an emotion of mysterious origin, and the poet is someone who can sense these vibrations and translate them, with varying degrees of success, onto the page. 

 

An enthralling story of love, friendship and honor in the Olympic Games (2,600 years ago)
“Life debt” (Vicente Fisac, Amazon): https://a.co/d/hono34C