Poems

The poet paints his vibrant feelings,
To understand and to remember
The grass, the sky, the gleaming amber,
The unity of unstained beings.

The worlds collide with joyful music,
A dance of thoughts and notes unravels,
And trace by trace, the letters gather,
Thus giving birth to what is ludic.

Each new-found verse brings vivid spirit
To what is art, to each new poem,
They are his own, he knows to love them,
For they are shaped from truth that’s mythic.

They hold within a touch of wonder,
His heart, his mind: forever sealed.
They helped him live—forever healed,
His mark over this world, unbothered.

– Patricia