Poetry

A poem is a conduit, 
Like a cable or a wire. 
It just provides a pathway 
To communicate, inspire.
 
A way to share our inner self
Our psyche or our soul
Those feelings that we can’t express
Given life upon a scroll

We solder our spirit to paper
Words, like rivets, secure
Sadness, loss, joy and fear,
Grief and so much more

Words, like many balls of wool
We weave to form a shawl
Life’s  tapestry of love and loss
That’s common to us all.

Touching something deep within
It moves us and creates 
The space to see another’s view, 
Their triumphs and their fates.

So do not judge those that aspire,
Through poetry and verse,
To reach the canyons of our souls 
For better or for worse. 

Not for judgement do we share 
Our human need and pain,
But seek only to communicate 
And no other form of gain. 

There is much that makes us different
But the poet as he writes,
Captures all that makes us human 
Not what divides, but what unites. 

It’s a lifebuoy to the drowning.
A flare launched in seas unknown.
A hope, a cry, a reaching out 
To know that we are not alone.

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