Amidst the ultimate creative act
I am written
Into and onto and out of myself.
Cursive curving down my spine,
Skillful penstrokes, muse divine,
I am your masterpiece,
And you will be my opus.
My mouth is a new page,
My tongue your first chapter.
Lay me across your lap, open me,
And read, and write, with pure delight
What we create
Our love, our fate.

Would you mind if I took a break
From writing my short rhymes
Will you say you'll miss my words
That my poems touched your lives

Will I even be remembered
For one poem that was read
Have I touched someone deep inside
With something that was said

If I took a break for just awhile
And enjoyed a week or two
Would you say you understand
Go do what's best for you

A spring break could be just the thing
That I need to clear my mind
I must take a break and get away
To rejuvenate my life

Carl Joseph Roberts

Be back in a few weeks I promise,  just got a crap load of stuff to do.

Carl Joseph Roberts