Poetry You Say!

Any fool can tattoo a page with words, or paint a picture that would make a picnic for your eyes. I’d rather keep the days turning with my hands rather than urging them on with my mind. And what grand truths would grab your sight; or build a bridge between life and love. Poetry you say! Any fool can promise you clouds to fill your sky or give you sunshine to fill your empty life. Me, I’d rather stumble through reality rather than get lost in someone else’s shadows. Poetry cannot empty the color from a September sky, or set the days to marching one after the other towards winter. Me, I’d rather taste the strife and stress over the fleeting comfort of someone else’s saved dreams. And you, what trivial words will teach you to forget how to cry. Will you know what kind of world lives beyond your windows. Poetry you say! Any fool can stand up and touch the day with their eyes or walk on ground that’s been trodden on before. Me, I’d rather have this constant wanting, knowing there must be something more. And you, what happiness will you catch in a world of second hand thoughts. Will your outstretched hands hold more than poems. Poetry you say! If you have read this poem hard enough you might have discovered what I meant to say. And when you’re done with me what other poem will offer you safety; what memorized words will have you going out.... Looking once again.