For Every Single Poet

This place...of calm and peaceful ground.
A haven, now my home.

So long I've lingered here. Young at first.
Eager to share and take in from others.

But if you take a step back,
look how we have become. My fellow poets...

Poetry. For me a form of escape at times.
I couldn't keep a journal for a time...
so I hid
my words through verse. Such a delicate
piece of my soul.

...As in yours. I read of your lives.
Of passion. Of hate.
Remorse and envy.

"I long for him...so close across that lab bench."...
the beautiful desire from those
words.

Perhaps that familiar alley... touches.
Enlivens your soul with memories
and emotion.

But, every feeling...every word.
So precious. So full of wonder
because you care of it enough
to put it in the most exquisite form.

...and i see you. so kind.
you welcome everyone in. everyone. :)

But even as we are so different
in a place such as this
we are as one living.
breathing. entity.

For the poet who sits in class
and writes his poems. So excited
as he posts his first one. Checking
for comments.

As we did. As we do.
I can admit every comment
I see brings a smile to this face.

Someone read my work. My most
intimate, sacred thoughts that, save
this site are shared with none.
Or a slight few.
...And they liked it! They understood
how I felt. Raw emotion killing
me like a ton of bricks.

Perhaps this seems random.
To me it does a bit.
But on this morning I just
want to say
truely I appreciate you.

All of you.

I enjoy reading each work
for poetry is my passion.
My life.
Thank you for sharing
yours with me.