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.