A poem I admire
looks me at my face
like that bold girl I fell in love with
and ask questions others
won't dare ask--
on existence,
life in our times and planet,
sides I've taken on issues that concern all of  us.
A gripping poem,  keeps on reminding
me on puzzles and problems,
that plague us from all four sides.
This poem chides me
for the  matters I keep hidden,
as I am, not ready to face it;
drive out  my fears from their hiding places,
and tell them to behave.
A poem I realize
is power packed in the
center of each word and image,
metaphors that be, rather  than speak aloud,
love reduced to equations
of words and silences nesting in between.
A poem transfuses in to one's blood stream
and turns the heart
a flower of sweet scents,
ready to bloom in any season.
This poem vanishes in to my cells
becoming  a sun , my source of
pleasure, a creative force.
In my dreams poetry is a
comely maiden dancing
rapturously on the shores of time,
elevating mind to the heights of ecstasy.
  
O