the pen yearns

to bleed the soul dry

writing verse to page 

that will leave nary 

the dry eye.



the poet may have moments

of foggy brain and lack of muse,

still the urge to lift the pen 

will always be there.

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.