Poet to Poet

bold strokes

on an empty canvas

photography

and seeing existence

through a photographer’s eye /

angles

shadings

themes

uncluttered images

pointing

at the truth

complicated images

stripped

to the bone

thinking of you, poet,

showing the lens

your soul

thinking of you, poet,

with the mystery in your eyes

staring

intensely

into the lens

pulling

the viewer

into your image

pulling

the viewer

into your beauty

pulling

the viewer

into your intelligence

and the lens

there

in front of you

like a lover /

pointing the lens

again

at you then...

capturing

your hunger

capturing

the raw

sexuality

of your body

capturing the want

and the desire

and the perfection of your eyes

capturing your flesh,

so perfect

in its desire

and then moving closer

to your heat

closer

to your flesh

closer

to your mouth,

so beautiful

and erotic

so sensual

and hot

so full of philosophy

and poems

so full of fire

and passion..........

and the battle that rages

within your beautiful poet’s soul /

and that is what poetry is, poet ..........

battles

distances

and focus /

images

imagination

and truth /

and the way

existence looks

through your beautiful eyes

(pause)

There are so many paths up the mountain, poet ......

so many different trails

the mind can take

to get the spirit where it needs to go.

The writing

in the morning

is my navigational tool.

It sets the direction for the day.

It sets the tone

and the focus.

It is meditation, poet,

and prayer.

It is thought

and travel.

It is movement

and desire.

It is a declaration

that I seek clarity of thought,

clarity of action,

clarity of purpose

and focus.

It is my transportation, poet .......

it is my balance ..........

it is my seat at the coffee shop

at the edge of the universe.