Through The Eyes Of A Poet

Godly, endless, blue, transparent, salty and odorless chemical substance held in gigantic basins on Earth’s surface.
Guys, it’s an ocean!

The supreme, holy, faithful, spiritual, majestic, omniscient, glorious, supernatural, divine, sacred, eternal, immortal being dwelling in the heavenly places.
Alright, God really sounds amazing… “immortal being”

Okay, let’s look at a female
A beautiful, feminine, curvy, owning the sex capable of producing eggs, has two X chromosomes,…
I admit, this is not going anywhere.
In my defense, I am not a poet (laughs).

Basically,  poets have complex visions (sighs),
Their eyes have a gift to disassemble everything they look at.
Analyse it,
Study it,
And write about it.

We salute you guys…
Some of us are not so lucky.
But we’ll borrow your eyes once in a while.