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.

the soft whisper

of the poet's mind

scribbled madly 

on anything 

they could find...



the rhythm nor the rhyme

matters in the scheme of time 



the verse is written

as madness takes ahold.

Though nearly ninety poems 

in this volume written,

Each one is unique…

                      Telling me that writing

                      Poetry about poetry

                       can take an eternity.



And when I reach the end

and the collection is complete,

Just for fun..

                     Perhaps I will write 

                     just one more.