there's so many ways

to write poetry 

that no two poems

even if written on 

the same topic

e'er need to be alike.



instead poetry is more

akin to wildflowers 

each one beautiful 

in its own way.

the poet was lost
In the words

rooted to the poem
as the ink dries

the poetry that flowed
was just as lovely 

as the poet's soul
and lived into eternity 

there's something to be said
about giving oneself over 
to the art of writing poetry

spreading beauty for beauty's sake
the idea of enjoying the verse
and the dreams it creates.

when it comes time

for the poet to set aside the pen 

and the words have come to an end

who the epitaph will pen?



the last poem

to speak of the poet

as though they were 

the poem.

sometimes picking up the pen 

is tiring for me now and again

though I enjoy the poetry



the poetry is all I ever wanted

to write and I am willing 

to step over the tired 

to weave the verse.