.          IF I WERE A POET

                             The
                     First stanza
                     would be a      
       magnatic attic captivating
            Elegant architects of
                     iridescence  
                        Vividly
       propelling pupils to edges
                 Of the schleras        
        Compelling pens to pages
                    of new eras
    

            IF I WERE A POET
                                
                         ­              The
                              Second
                 Stanza would
             Mirror Zues's
          spear slicing through
        tears drowning in clouds
         striking fields of pens
                        Egniting the
                    capsules of
                 Variegated
               Lands


            IF I WERE A POET

                            The
                     Last stanza
             would sail summers
           tame winters bathe in  
         springs of autumn praise  
           deeds of the monarchs
           reigning over raining
           rainbows nurturing the
         clouds planting wings on
       the ground giving free will
          to plants to seed the sky  
           with warmth and love
                of nature's heart.

Flummoxed,
In labyrinths of
Baleful forests with
eyes of gibbet makers
and buried undertakers.
In gloaming sights,
hobbling towards the light.
The silver teeth of
obeisance sundering will,
plundering peace,
blazoning smiles of
malicious beings.

occasionally I want to hide myself
somewhere safe from the entire word
so I can watch how is out there
without me,
if it's good or bad
if I'd be missed or not,
and if is ok
I want to leave and never come back.

I've lost my words the moment you turned your back on me
and I can't replay to people's questions
other way than using signs.

I've lost my hearing at your first scream
using disappointed words like...
well, those I can not write.

I saw the sunset every morning since then
and I've tried to speak small words like:
beautiful and caring and I.

I saw a man today who touched my hands
and the intensity of one moment
made me wish I could see in his heart,
and also in his head.

I've heard a simple question coming from him
and I quickly answer it without thinking,
my voice was strong but still ****
and I've remember that that was the first time since
well,
I've remember to use words with voice
and I'll not be afraid to make myself notice anymore,
because like you
I can move on.