four little poems born together today, one after the next.
poets possess
dreamy romantic hearts
with notions enough to
stitch a quilt of love
to blanket the world
poets possessed
of cracking wit
and sharp tongue,
by darksome reveal,
spur us on towards
a bold new frontier
poet's possession
immeasurable wealth,
freely distributed.
the mighty pen sways
hearts and minds.
treasures inherent,
readily bestowed.
poet's possessor
the world own's her heart
and she, the world's
through words, none new
arranged fresh for you:
delight and beguile,
awaken again the senses,
as morning dew strewn
on Kentucky bluegrass
or creep up behind
and steal a kiss,
bringing pure bliss
to dry, parched lips
or rush and attack,
leave you flat on your back,
wind knocked from your chest,
in a state of unrest
words own her heart,
they always have,
right from the start
whether
white, black, grey, multihued
they're all so so good for you
--bruised orange
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