Poetry is the soundtrack to this sea of prose,
The noise made in the boat. You better get one of those.
Stupidity is silent and hasn’t made a sound
Since it grew so heavy it can’t get around.
Thought and feeling don’t come alive until articulate
And heard patterns come alive in the lantern of wit.
Intention walks into the light to be heard
When poetry is poetry. Anything else is absurd.
You make it clear to me,
With groans, you like creativity.
You make your love certain with your cries
That cry into music. Don’t open your eyes
Until the feeling inside becomes too much.
Smile. Write poetry. Keep in touch.
