Dear Poet

Dear Poet,

I write you now in certain fashion
Thoughts and notes with slight abandon
Gathered in this wordy brew,
And spilling forth from me to you.
.....
For, I'm a poet too, by choice,
Endeavoring to find my voice,
And if I only had a muse
I'd set ten thousand poems loose.
.....
For, nothing stirs a writer's soul
Like tales of living, wisely told,
Like voices carried on the winds
Bespeaking of a season's end.
.....
Poet! Know that when you rage
To carve your pen upon your page
It happens in that private realm
Where dreams awake and madness dwells.
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So write for me another verse!
Tear me up, then mend my hurts!
Sling the verses you create,
And for the present I will wait...