thoughtsgather

I wonder

What makes a poet.

What makes a poem.

Do words

Need
To
Be placed
In a strategic
Or artistic fashion

Or tell stories of love and lost.

Or is the simple fact of the man
Sitting across from me
On the subway
Going to work.

His book about to drop on the floor
As his eyes close.

Or is it words
That
Mean nothing separately
But everything to-gether.

I believe rhyming is dated
And also highly over rated

But, what do I know
A poet,
I
Am
Not

I’m embarassed to admit this.

I dream of spending days in coffee shops, telling stories.

I dream of writing words day and night.

I dream that I am good enough.

That I am good enough and that people would read the words

And pay for the words.

Should this embarrass me.

I dream that this could be my life.

Painting pictures with words. Galleries, shared.