There Is No Poetry Without You

There is no poetry without you Softly flows the sunset colors painted on tired skies with fire Igniting a wafting cloud in orchid tints, the fresh scent of pine lingering within its escape Drowsy horizons boast their claim along seaside waverings in salted mist Romance swims on shorelines engulfed with all of the pageantry a white cap stanza can bring And I whistle as I walk along, taking in this wonder that has followed me home Resting on a porch swing, feet off the ground as morning glories sleep beyond white painted balustrades Satin fingers intertwine with mine, milk pudding lips bring their flavor to me Luscious frosting in a whipped frenzy coating my mouth in sugary mass I point to the sky, the stars they beckon, heart shaped constellations for two Twinkling in your twilight eyes as I reach for my pen and pad Only to realize that this indeed is my imagination, lounging on a worn out sofa, tattered cushions, empty beer cans acting like so many ashtrays leaving wet rings on a table, but who cares There was a time when poetry flowed from these nicotine stained fingers in paisley emotions and violet scentings climbing the arbor of love But since you left, leaving behind the shadows which claim my eyes my ink is dry and my paper tossed, tiny balls in random patterns on a floor that begs carpeting, but only bares soiled footprints As I struggle to my feet, to the front window desperately waiting for the grass to grow and butterflies… I stab the wooden sill with my pen, I need it no more, for… there is no poetry without you…and never will be again The reason I feel this poem is trophy worthy is it is exactly how I was feeling at the time I wrote it, it came from a very deep place in my heart. It covers the wonderful happiness I felt and the sad loneliness that came afterward which for a time did take the pen out of my hands.