PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

in stitches and strokes

love gently comes calling

in the form of

such a remarkable yet every day

sort of man

kind as straw is to a weary traveler

on a cold night

with the barn door open

his words envelope

his thoughts embrace

as his poetry cloaks

a battered soul

with a steam roller's pace

I am smitten I must admit

but is it for the man

or the words for me he weaves

are the two separate entities

or intertwined and intermingled

until I can not recognize one

from the other

I like to believe he is his words

and his name is his virtue

does captivation have a face

does morality and wisdom

care to stand up and defend

these feelings that can

not so easily be defined

until there is more than just

an idea of beauty in all these

gathering days

is this a soaring upon illusion

or plunging below delusion

never walk in fear

my soul keeps whispering

steadily in my ear

paint each day given

as lovely a shade as you can

well.............sighs

we sure make a lovely room together

you and I dear sir

I grant you that

but what of the rest of the house

do we even have any rights to that?

ah yes........... I already know your

answer

if indeed it be God willing .....

only then will it be

and these are words I can

live with

and grow strong into

a form of myself I have yet to

meet

as you say the woman extraordinaire

but let's not forget too

the poetess complete

and ready to love

even on a dare....................

(August 13, 2009 137am)