you say life
has beaten and stung you.
you say it’s left you
without a breath.
you say the rain
keeps falling
that sunlight never comes.
you cry yourself to sleep
every night in bed.
you whine when things
start getting rough
because you really
just don’t understand
that pain is sent
to shape you.
to help you grow,
and blossom and bloom.
for those beautiful flowers
that you see drenched in sun
were once pruned too.

~for lovejunkie, who loved this poem best~

so many reasons,
so many stones
yet unturned,
for each poem
a season,
for every season,
a given reason

eyes, dimmer,
hearing, harder,
memories, ha,
disappear as fast as
footsteps upon
my island beach

this then
my log,
of places momentarily visited,
capturing the of,
of me,
the exactitude of
where, when and what
I felt

what felled me,
the long and lat,
of the attitudes
of breeze and currents,
the happenstance that carries
a desperate soul
eager and afraid
to remember

"how fragile we are"

so memorized records here,
for his storage and his places,
both filled and unfulfilled,

poems, nothing more,
flawed each,
product of a flawed man,
here, for all to see,
most of all,
for the man,
to see himself
when the eyes of his mind
at last be shuttered

You let a poet fall in love with you?
And you have fallen for him as well?
Do you want your name to be imprinted
in eternal scrolls, and passed like a baton
from generation to generation in the grace
of his lines?

Do you want your beauty, smile, soul, grace
And every good thing you exude
To be captured into metaphors encrypted in his poems?
Do you want to live in the heart of all and sundry
who loves the poet?

A poet is a high priest on the sanctuary of oral oblations,
who captures both mortal and immortal hearts
With the charm of his craft,
His muse proceeds from everything that touches his heart
For in his heart, his poetry beats
The poem is the life of the poet

So if you touch the heart of a poet,
The prints of your soul becomes an indellible residue
An article of his hearty professions
Of timeless words that reverbate endlessly
Beyond his mortality and yours
Now, did you just say you let a poet
Fall in love with you?