Today I give myself permission
to be my poet.

To act out,
touch my gold and sulfuric rhythms.
I hear your whispers,
feel your slow dance around me.
I curse you muse
then embrace you.

We perform our rain dance
till the rain breaks.
Then naked, saturated
our defiant war dance
footprints breaks us.

I ask
Why birth poets, prophets and seers
only to bury them
again
and again?

"For humanity"

you smile
over your shoulder
and walk
into tomorrow.

Evocative & Captivating. Thank you.

snapping fingers

Sigh*...i like it. Brought a smile to my lips.

It is nice to see the man behind your mind blowing poetry.
I am my worst critic, it will suffice in 80 words.
:)

Huh?

Then I have failed. I would rather it made you think......

That was precisely what made me smile

A muse is a terrible thing to have, then leave, then dance around, just out of reach. But it makes all the difference in the world...

Sorry, it's what they used to do at poetry reading clubs

Ladywind,

Hello to you, this was a very interesting read.

Most of times is the "message" and the feeling one can have after reading this. I smiled.

She smiles at me
And I smile back
For a moment
I'm happy to do so,
Who wouldn't smile
On a cloudy day
At a ray of sunlight?

Thank you for sharing.

Aww, you are a treasure. Thank you

Cheeky KC.
The MasterPoet leaves not even a breadcrumb ....

Heartfelt



..marveling as always,
at how effortless of you to find the appropriate words..
both in poetry and in comments

Hi angel