The Poets Touch…
Touched be the poet,
His insanity shows he knows it,
His thoughts a bowl of fruit,
His mind quite, though he feels not, astute…
The poet does be touched,
Touched is he by the gods,
Given him the capability of the write,
He has a golden-penned touch, so bright…
The poet’s touch,
Never questioned, ever queried,
He does spend his life in service to the masses,
Each write he does extend a bit of himself to others,
Every time he does so of his last he surpasses…
© ed ~ 3/20/05
How very dear you are, Eddie M. (loved our chat... smile) katy xox
Thanks for sharing my friend!!
Love Tinka
An honorable tribute to a poet
William ....Peace Brother