Poetry

To write poetry for me is passionate cause, At first glance, you might think it's advice, But with sharing what I think are lessons I’ve learned, I could save myself making the same mistake twice, And you pausing to read this might mean we connect? Winsome poem to help melt the ice. I've had upstanding souls mentor me in the past, Old or young, I love comments! Great shtick! While I do what I can to protect my kazoo, I don't relish implanting a permanent stick! I wax on and wax off until meaning just shines, And the rhythms are hard as a brick! I am also out looking for natural sounds, With a music familiar as brook, Never mind the world crashing or freezing with cold, Should have movement as smooth as best prose in a book, Like a sunset that colors the air then is gone! Poet slides in and out like a crook. And I go where my passions direct, “Tra La LA,” With my muse smiling all of the while, For he/she knows that his/her song is the song that I’ll sing, And he/she never needs barter or ply me with guile! My heart’s rhythm in love with his/her marvelous voice, Feel my awe as he/she walks down the aisle. Long Tooth February 25, 2017