even though I do relate
to other poet's mental mindstate
without neglecting my own estate;
I am not totally consumed with me
when I versate with others and
something someone says envokes
a masterpiece from the me that
resides inside of me I give thanks
for having been part of the versation
that lead to the flow of my pen...
I love poetry
it is EMBEDDED beneath my skin
and oozes out of my pores
spewing letters that form words and
words that form phrases that create
what this poet is made of...