The Den

It is to this den I come every day,

Sometimes to write my own words and prose,

But much more often to read and digest,

The words of other writers as they too, stop by and share.

Words of love, erotic, romantic and passionate,

Intricate lines delicate as lace, and frail as the innocent,

Verses of disgust and despair, life’s ups and downs,

And all the changes we will make as we pen out our souls.

The poignant lines with wisdom to cherish,

And those that bring forth a smile and even some belly laughter,

Words full of compassion overflowing with positivism,

Stay deep within and help us to be better.

Simply written words are easily understood and digested,

But the tangled lines infused with profound meaning,

I often have need to read twice or even thrice

Words penned by other folks so very much like me.