To All the Poets Near and Far

To all the poets near and far Alive and well or beyond the stars, I bid you peace, I bid you rest, I bid you all the very best. Life and death may er’ contain All the fruits of love and rain, Showered down upon you all: Promethean poets, great and small. Long before we learned to write But felt inside that burning light, To share all thoughts, hopes, sadness, dreams Propitious poets bear it all it seems. From long ago and far away And right up through this very day, Countless came and left their mark And we too, shall make a lasting spark. Perhaps a mere morsel, a line or two That lands upon a mind imbued, With someone who like you or me Finds sublimity in words like these. Though words are not real things we touch Like rivers, rocks, seashells and such, But point the way back deep inside Where memories last and love abides. But I for one am smaller yet Then everyone I’ve ever met, Who picked up paper, pen or quill And found their calling in the still Of quiet nights and early morns Waiting for ideas unborn, From spirits sweet and dewdrops soft I bid you all good thoughts aloft. © Terrell Martin, 02/21/2025