If words can move you to faraway places
or open your heart as you read,
or sit in your mind
for hours at a time
It's poetry

If you rhyme or compose at every suggestion
of things that you hear or you see,
or if there's an obsession to write it all down
It's poetry

If you put down your fork on its way to your mouth
so you can pick up a pen
and jot down a note,
you are definitely a poet too.
(Courtesy of:  Mike Essig)

If you think that you're different
You are

If you wonder about
or have any doubt
of whether or not you're a poet
You are

There's a hole in my heart
Where once she resided
Another friend gone
A new grief ignited

A lifetime of friendship and kinship repeated
A thread of gold woven, the work is completed

Our lives knit together
Of long golden threads
It's strength lies in Heaven
My heart lies in shreds