To write a poem that weaves the contrary truths into a tapestry;

To write a poem that paints the stars sequined to a stark dark sky—

The soul must feel deep love and kinship for time’s poetry;

The heart must love the light even in flight, and love the life that is born to die.

To write a living poem, you have to know how to ask the heart;

You also need to know how to ask the mind and even the brain.

To write a poem of life, you have to know when and where to start.

You need to feel the proper measure of pleasure and pain;

The pleading proportions of joy and sorrow;

The taste of today, and the teeth of tomorrow;

The sun-streaking mornings that rise, and the moonless nights that drop.

And you have to know where and when to stop.

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Written by Michael LP
aka MLP, aka Mr. Poet, aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC
(I'm just me)                                      
Copyright © 2011 by Michael L.P.  All rights reserved