Poems, Poets, Poetry

I'm nobody here, etching out my joy and woes pondering my words with care and time, to blend and flow in meaningful prose. foraging them from my wandering mind. You have your way in what challenges your thoughts and heart expressing what you feel and say sharing the poetry stops and start. Your name is not least of what appears and yet I sense both wisdom, joy, love, pain and in that revelation displayed all hopes and fears that keeps us wondering if you'll write again. The poet holds the heart of timeless energies basking in the phrases and words often strained, open, wounded and protected by ill guarded sentries elated and unveiled in each and every poem's refrain. Write, write, write once and then again words and writings sincerest are your dearest, clearest, best of friends.