The
Poet
thrill of
indecision made
when words
don't flow like in the glade
fumbling over
choice of meaning
transgression
mixed with emotional feelings
talent, that
elusive spice
lies dormant
when no words suffice
to exhale
meaning toward the public
setting norms
within a subject
here and
there we supplement
that life
force created from existence
drag forth
into our combination
tales of
wispy conflagration
yet, when all
is said and done
we track our
usage to number one
that most
important task we do
having
feelings for me and you
gives one
purpose here in time
sets memories
together, some might rhyme
some simply
sit and agitate
some drive us
to open another gate
history
accumulates
emotional
ties in a fragile state
settles upon
those worn out troughs
frees our
souls to move just onward
acquiring
energy to motivate
onward,
upward, such great agitation
feeding upon
what has past
giving to the
future something lasting
