The Poets Hand

There he stands
Holding out his hand
Finger extended

Tall, proud
Puffed up
Driven to lead

Patient, kind
Not like other men
The world passes by

He starts to perform
A little at first
A little more

Crescendo building
He is finding his voice
The world around him getting louder

Struggles to be seen,
Beckoning call to a queen
Hardly heard

The saga continues
this dance we call life
The drama

A man, on a quest
for true love
to find a real wife

He wants her hand
Not just for a one night stand

Talking Poetry

There are other poets here
Do your research
The answer will become clear

My words have meaning and rhyme
Meter in space
Time and wisdom

Prose
the Rhetoric of thought
communicated

Electrons
sent to your screen
yet there you sit

Ready to scream
the thought that you missed
rambles through your head

how could this be?

He's not talking to me...

Where do I find proof?

Is there a log?

Go back to sleep
your mind is in a fog

Snow falling down
all around the ground is white

And still you can't see
you hear with your mind

In all only one word is true
Love