Write It Down For Us, Dear Poet
You are standing on the threshold
Of time, Sweet one.
This old story, an ending,
This new one, just begun.
Inside your pockets,
Precious memories
Of moments remembered
But now,
Long gone
And remnants of hopes,
And dreams, now done
Write it for us, dear poet, in a poem.
You have known great joys,
Known the sting of tears, as well
You have known
The wondrousness of love,
And all the magic it beheld
And this new verse
Is now yours,
Dear one, for you, to tell.
Come, my friend, write it for us,
These melodious songs
Into a Villanelle
Then, play it for us, dear poet, in a poem
Tell us, of where you are going,
Of where you have been
And of where you hope to be
At journeys end
Tell us what you are thinking
Is just ahead,
On this winding path,
And just around
The bend
Tell us of the unknown’s, dear poet, in your poem
Give to us gentle sounds
Of sweet violins
Let your words begin soaring
Like candles,
Glowing in the wind
Unlock the words
Held captive within,
Let this be your time,
Let your poetry begin
Bring this to us
Dear friend
This brief glimpse,
Inside your soul.
This is your moment, now.
Just bring it to us,
Yet, once again…
Please dear poet. Just write us a poem.
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