Creatures Creating

A poet crawls

Storytellers run

Readers comprehending

Soar closest the sun

There's life in a word

Sought to be heard

A force trubadours

Could not deny

Rhymes I carefully mind

Tears behind

Me eyes before I cry

A creature to touch

A wall to be breached

Meaning so much

A heart to be reached

Nothing too fancy

Just honest transparency

Only what is

Need not what was

Fret not the future

For a moment just does

The act of creation

Is the elation

After completion

No fear of deletion

For what of my printed pride?

But a shadow for me to hide

No destination

Nor expectations

It's all about the ride