poetry
for the most part
can only
further
beautify
this fast grown weary world
whether it finds itself
*by a shaky old man
*a frustrated house wife
*or the farthest reaching young girl
it is 'The Sought Afters Gift'
its initial origins in such factor
are of so very little concern
and yet quite so
unlike my slavingly laborous
yet lethargic self
all these same before mentioneds*
bare for themselves such ear marked
chance of plausible witnessing
to the birth of poetic personal vision
which by itself is a blessing well
and above
all my own very best
where as with a bumbling I
writing is but a wanna be's guest
or to myself to be rather kind
a purposeful collision
one which I much too regularly revisit
and detail
for it to be anything but considered
quite by accident
Oh, I quite certainly assure you
most truly I do
it is a wary though often merry
yet bumpy self deceit
'ere but I swear
'tis entirely too true
say
you think me now
a pen dribbling slacker
well you wouldn't be the first
for my place in that genre
I've held steadily high
for quite a marathon's amount of
time....................
(July 12, 1999)