They extract icons golden,
To fill creative wells,
Making the mind brim,
With ideas magical and new.

Then mint words weighty,
To pen poetry pure and true,
Often sprinkling with a gem,
From ancient poetic wisdom.

The blank page is filled,
As poetic magic is weaved,
When the pens transmutes ideas,
From poetic mind to empty page.

So poetry's magic shines,
And dances on the page,
Alluring famished readers,
To an elegiac banquet.

Readers feast on poetic charm,
Their minds ignited with beauty,
And their imagination enflamed,
With hearts ablaze with joy.

So poetry remakes the banal,
Translates the ordinary to divine,
To adorn earth with its beauty,
Through a gift of elegant words.