Today I will fall inlove because tomorrow may never come I’ll pick daisies in the form of your name I’ll plant the scent of invisible roses in our minds like eternal gardens created for us before time I’ll place a cup of coffee beside our first greeting of ‘hello’
Today I will fall in love because poetry cannot satisfy I’ll carry the books of poets you devour hold them close in the library called my heart I’ll write the letters you’d never read, because if you read them you’d fall in love with my tears not my eyes Today, I’ll place them beneath your smile for you to discover
Today I want to fall in love because you can always refurbish an old fire place and ashes can be removed but not the hour nor a day like today Today I will fall inlove because I still can and I will for love never dies, but life may, before love finds its own place to exist every day like you and I
A poem is not a place to belong It’s hard and rough treacherous and long words are wounded bled and blended the rhymes are lies stiff short and ended lines are cut and dissected meanings fray if not mended a poem is no place too small to find your space without a wall or ground to pace no not at all no support or hold for a poor poet not to fall
At one time or another a poet gets frustrated, angry even tormented by what was meant to be a joyous experience. Do you dare to write? I hate it! But no doubt I’ll write another tomorrow.
where do you go when you shrink yourself so small?
sometimes i imagine when you shrink into this fragile thing, in some far away place the pieces of your self you hid are growing exponentially, a garden in full bloom.