Wither Goest Poet

My words fall silent,
hell bent on keeping my tongue.
Yet I belong to the world
of words and temperament,
never meant to be a face in the crowd.
I was meant to rhyme out loud,
proud of the fact that I can
extract emotion like a love potion.
Dripping with sincerity; with clarity
and vision - a mission of my own making.
And taking the time to read what others
ponder in the great rhymed yonder;
to lavish praise and honor to those
more deserving than I. At least I'll try.
Never perfected, a rhyme resurrected,
Lazarus walks amongst the living,
giving from his heart that which belongs
to his heart. It's a start.


(C) JPW - 2013


Written with apologies to all poets of all sites I had frequented. I will make a more concerted effort to visit as many of your sites as time allows. I know we all have our time constraints, hardships and misfortunes. I'm learning to reel in emotion and find balance.

Having Direction

The walk of life.
A rocky road full 
of potholes and pitfalls
causing stumbles and pratfalls.

Your destination is clear.
You can't see it from here,
but at the end of that road
lies the end of the road.

Did you love?
Fully; unconditionally?
There is no price on love,
but its value is infinite.

Yet, we give love away.
That is to say the more we dispatch,
the more we receive, and do not believe
the blessings you bestow on others

do not flow back to you.
It is true. Love is the compass 
of all journeys. If you foster love
and give love, you're well on your way.

Love gives you direction.
Follow it!

© JPW - 2013

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