It's The readers Who Make Poems Come Alive.
It's The Readers Who
Make Poems Come Alive.
I am just a
collection of words
alphabetically formatted
to be understood
by an inspired mind
hair tickles his cheeks
as she bends
with digital dexterity
lips press their own weight
pounding out his
or her emotions
in silky cushioned flesh
with keys that
unlock thoughts
eyes close on the image
of a dreamy smile
it is the reader
that makes
this a poem
who turns it
into a happening
that moves his
or her soul
to the revelations tongues dance in horizontal,
tantalizing, twists
revelations
that the scribe
is attempting to convey
some see this
as a poeabout a poem. fingers tangle in hair,
and bodies merge and snuggle
others find excitement
between the lines.
warmth premeates
erogenous zones
Some are
merely seeking
mistakes to edit
others are seeking
relief from the mundane
passionate parts harden and liquify
The poet is
an Atlas van
for moving words
like furniture
into a pleasing
arrangement....
staccatto hearts quicken the breathing of two
but it is readers
that comfortably
recline themselves
in the words couched
on a cool basement couch in 1972
and finds dreams
that stir imagination
in the back rooms
of their hungry minds
with my dearest Cheryl
who I loved
only through clothes
and often in my
youthful dreams.
Time and fate denied
us the script
to consummate our
happily ever afters.
but the poetry
of it all lives on.
Readers make
the poetry come alive
writers feed the beast
that others are voyeurs for.
MFB III