Poet Language Is Clearest

Especially if you open that window of your mind, Let all those fresh air words blow those cob webs away. No black and white newspaper will ever replace their colors, Still reading happy and sad stories yet literally beautiful. Life experiences presented to you at absolutely no cost, Just a few moments breath and your ability to read them. This loveliness of one mind embracing another is inspiring, Can drive writers to heights they didn't think of reaching. Even if a basement is their launching pad it doesn't matter, Thoughts have flown free long before the Wright brothers. Soaring to places that sometimes come only from dreams, Then there is that reality which crashes so rudely. I've cried and held many that I only met within words, Laughed with them also and felt their pain without touching. Their memories alone were enough to place me in awe, Never thought so many would gift me with their privacy. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn