Ron VanHooser Poet Rhyme

Lay Down Your Soul On Me

It meets my eyes, a vacant stare. 
In nakedness, it seems so bare. 
What more of life is there to write? 
Sunsets, dawn or the lovers' plight? 
Plethora of words prance and tease, 
seduce my heart, but give no ease, 
instead run wild, like weeds untamed- 
they have no form, no home or name. 

Blank paper mourns like barren land 
and whispers through its outstretched hand- 
I'm fallow, yes, but I shall speak 
of the secret potions that you seek. 
Just trust, lay down your soul on me. 
The muse will gush forth fruitfully. 
Complete me with your seeds of lore, 
open wide the sequestered door. 

Let your passion descend like rain 
upon this paper's barren plain. 
Your inner sun guides what you know- 
once bare pages, now a fertile meadow.

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CayCay Godwin July 26, 2025 at 5:00 PM Applause, I was in poetry heaven from the first word until it, unfortunately, ended like a great carnival ride you just want to stay on. Brilliant writing! Poetry hugs ... CayCay CayCay Godwin July 27, 2025 at 8:25 PM I definitely thought it was about the process, I think anyone called by poetry would interpret it that way. Blank paper has excited me all my life, so many possibilities, or whispers as you wrote. You can't tell just anyone that plain paper excites you! Despite progress, I still prefer and do create on paper with my fav pen since HS, a blue bic. Ron VanHooser July 27, 2025 at 8:16 PM Thanks CayCay, one person called this a love letter to poetry, but for me it came from the process we all go through when we share our hearts with our audience. Your comments are great for my ego! LOL Thanks again! Ron