If I were writing poetry for class
I would expect to get some kind of grade
And possibly, I would or would not pass
Depending on the effort I had made.

If I were writing verse to win a prize
I'd pay attention to each dot and dash
No error would escape my watchful eyes
And maybe I would win a little cash.

But I am simply writing here to friends
Kind people here that I have come to know
And whether I am good or not depends
On what I have to say and not the flow.

So if my poetry is not correct
Small comments do not interest me because
I'm writing for the people I respect
Who judge me for my heart and not the flaws.

Ah Michael ... beautifully said, sweet poet. It's been a long time since I've written on the spur of the moment ... but you have a way of bringing out my words through yours.  I loved this treasure.  

Perhaps that's why I can simply title this response back to you ...

Why I Read Here

When I recline before this glowing screen,
And gaze upon the words and phrases there,
I drift to where my poet friends have been,
And through their vision, read each word with care.

I seek the images they draw to mind,
Immerse myself in all they have to say,
Draw strength from the emotions that I find,
Enveloped in the lessons they portray.

A laugh, a frown, a smile or even tear,
Will often surface as I take it in,
From love to loss to happiness and fear,
My mind is shaped by all absorbed within.

On days I need to know that there is hope,
Beyond realities within my world,
Each poet's heart gives me a means to cope,
Through every heartfelt line that is unfurled.



Thank you for these ideas whirling about in my mind tonight

Best wishes and big hugs,
/Kit