Though this is the last page

For this volume of poetry...

It is not the last I will write. 

This is just another page 

Pen to paper,

To which the poetry will flow...

And When the time comes

I guarantee more verse will always 

Be there to go.

I feel the end of the volume

drawing closed and realize

that poetry doesn't end,

it continues as long as life

causes ink to hit the page.



Perhaps it is but a few more words

to weave the idea into the volume 

I am currently writing that poetry

transcends space and time.

Though I set a goal

and am nearly there 

I am no where near 

stopping yet.



my pen will be writing poetry

till the day I pass from this life...



I don't know how

to stop the words

from flowing 

as the waterfall 

from deep within.

I have an obsession with poetry

iambic meter or free verse,

all forms excite me.



lifting pen to page

gives me a thrill 

no amusement park can 

rival.

It takes so many forms
the words arrange so perfectly,
but the rules make writing poetry 
a basic pain.

I am a free poet,
because I do not like the rules.
For me letting the poetry fly as it chooses
seems to fit more stylistically.