Come Hear Me Bleed

Come listen to the gifted poet Those with skill who plainly show it Who juggle embers of a dream And make them glow while they blow it. Some poets have verse as smooth as cream And others make you want to scream Then there's the poets who purge their hearts While others have adventure themes. Come hear how love can get it's start The spark of love makes grief depart Where hopelessness had raised his head A love poem may a spark impart. Still others wallow in their dread With tears they feel they still must shed Once penned in verse becomes the nurse That helps them put the pain to bed. Come let our hearts and minds traverse And just perchance we'll get immersed In worlds of wonder words converse The poet bleeds his heart in verse. Timothy I. Brumley