writing so often can seem
utterly obliterating
a thief in retarded afterthought
such conclusion I ponder
so to better share
the poem itself
already written
stirs havoc so sensuously
post mortem
words like sparkling bubbles
near the water''s edge
bloom before the eyes like merigolds
beneath the will of the pen
peace animates up slowly
from the darkened within
touching the whispers of visual
like wind caressing the softest skin
the clever and the creative teach
so effortlessly their words how to swim
whether upstream or cloud high
these tools one and all
are undoubtedly God given
but every instrument is nothing
without the initial pupil's will
to play and play
a lifetime ago
from the moment
the entrancement began
yet another branch to the
free will God promised
every last man
along with
life
eternal life
and best of all
love
all at a scrumptous premium
Melissa
(Jan 13 2004 235am)