500 postings
some filling space
others, insightful and witty
all
a purge –
a pile of poems
shared with you
the masses
all the while understanding
it is, and has been, for me
poetry as therapy
poetry as release
poem writing like air
it pumps through me
all hours
day or night
sleeping or in a state of wake
rhyming stanzas float around my head
like cartoon birdies –
a need fulfilled
that can never be satisfied
….i lied,
one day I will die
perhaps then my mind can rest
my guess is I will still be writing
as the cosmic joke unfolds
opening like a spring rose in the sun
after a cleansing rain
my universal energy exists
solely for poetry
after a thousand lifetimes
after eras and ages
here I sit
looking for the perfect words
to make me whole
and you, involved –