Learning From Each Other

I am,

What was,

Almost a poet.

For my existence,

Had no sense tenses,

Lined upon headstone

Novel shelved ideas.

I am,

What is,

But what is inside,

The shifting shadows,

Adrift drifting characters

That record beats of time

Upon the unique pages

Of Uni-Verse Rhyme.

I am,

The depth of stain

That reins down words

Vibrating vivid thoughts

Into reader’s receptive minds

That buds bright sprouts

In the seeded fruition

Of blossoming Poetry

I Am -

Since you have read this,

And with your approval,

A member of this family

Of unique universal member,

Brother and sister hood

Of a world’s enlightened poet’s

That generation after generation

Germinate the blossom of Literature.

I Exist, We exist.

We are sense tenses,

Together we make

Those composite pages,

Where we write

And share each others

Ink stained keystrokes

Among each other minds

In paths being crossed

Learning from each other.

David Lester Young 03/28/16