Rain is fun.
My poetic longing is fun.
My poetic muse search is stimulating.
life is poetic!
poems are everywhere and,
a poem I am.
a poem you are.
poetry is my fuel.
fuel to burn my
poetic fire and desires.
islands of fantasy where
the ocean top shimmers like flawless diamonds and
my soulmate breaks its surface.
summertime
puddles are deeper than
most.
the swooshing from the traffic
along the rain soaked roadway behind me lets me know that I am alive.
and while I am alive... ..
a poem I am.
one day
you may be the paper/muse that i insert my ink
in to... ..