the joy of poetry

is not shared 

helplessly.



instead I believe

the joy of poetry 

is the moment

when connection 

is made.

Forgotten verse

equates to a poet's tears,

for the pen needs 

to scratch the words 

in such a way to 

highlight immortality.



Though I didn't think

the poetry would be

all that I would need ,

reality is always the answer 

to weave the life into the abstract 

of verse into my dreams .

Writing poetry 
gives memories 
to the ones that read
and the ones that write,
connection building invisibly
to all that the world needs them to be.

Picking up the pen almost feels
like a tribute to all the words
I have written before and to those
who have read them unknowingly.

Pen and Ink

Open a vein

Even in desperation,

Mostly it is the moment you chose the rhyme.



Infinity in a moment

Not a verse forgotten.



Maybe it is just a passing thing…

Or a personal choice,

The reason matters not.

Instead the beauty of the result

Outweighs the problem

Needing a definition anyway.

To write is but to grant the moment

a chance to immortality,

Each verse a moment written to 

evade the reaper.



Penning immortality

in poetry form,

writing as the reaper voices

eternity.