My poetry has found its mark.

Listen, – to the word, – the rhythm,

Feel the beat, see the dream.

Imagine the line as you would see it,

feel it move the swelling tide of  life.

Share a tear or smile, in sad or tender moments,

balm the sad, brighten the darkness, heal the harm.

Laugh with angels, scoff with devils,

all my lines are written in search of you.

Drink the image, make of it what you will,

let me into your private loves and losses,

If I can touch you once, then all is well

My poetry has found its mark.


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