Sometimes
A little poem to a reader - Stephen. Just sending this into the UNIverse.
Tonight
I talked to my old friend Steve
and he said, “Sometimes
he gets it, sometimes he don’t.”.
My poems that is,
what I did and didn’t wrote.
I don’t blame him.
I’m not writing for accolades or
’cuz I’ve found a holy stream to bathe in.
I’m not writing for applause or scorn
I’m writing because that’s the way I was born
I’m a stalk of corn that
sometimes
you’ll like
sometimes you won’t
just depends on the cook
I suppose.
Our eyes see different suns.
Our hearts beat for different lovers.
Our legs ache for different roads.
Poetry is not much different.
It tickles and grieves
It loves and deceives
But at the end of the day
Poetry is what plays and strokes
the chords of your own heart
and what happens inside your own head.
Poetry is what’s left after it’s been read.