How do you do?
I am here for you.
Simple for me to say,
I am a container of dismay
What is good poetry,
what is a good poet,
(s)he is a teller of stories in verse,
s(he) makes music out of sounds,
(s)he explores tension and boundaries,
s(he) undresses your sensibilities,
(s)he has a heart tapped into broken vessels,
s(he) can cry while in the midst of a write,
(s)he writes poetry for others, almost always from the self
s(he) can write love with a thousand different metaphors,
but chooses not so to do.
(s)he loves language, maybe more than self, has as many
books as dust on the shelf.
s(he) is a quiet observer, with no remorse for putting into
words what the sky says to the child, what the man
hears from the Earth, what a woman knows about
birth and the pains of life as well, that no man would
survive and too the wisdom found as one walks along
the garden path.
(s)he knows that poetry is readily available, simply by being
vulnerable and sometimes obtuse.