The sun sleeps quiet as I write these words
Words of the non-existence
And words of the over populated
A million to one
A single strand of hair over your eye
Dark shades of green and blue
Dance in your never ending rain
Feel the puddles under your feet
Remember those walking around you
Look in the stars and know I'm watching too
Wrap your arms around the one you love
A pure joy that comes from the heart
Always bleeding on the white shirt
Never getting rid of the stains
Try to rub one out with all your might
Still so weak but strong on the inside
The doodle you made was crinkled
Bounced off the rim of the can
Final buzzer before you go
Leave a message after the beep...

Misty, your poems are so beautiful, and so Zen, that I always hesitate to comment on them, lest I classify experience and somehow sully them with silly words. I really don't know what to say but that this poem is complete within itself, entire and whole; it is to be experienced and savored, enjoyed and taken to heart. I do take it to heart, and I thank you for it.

The further along one goes in the art of poetry--or in any art--the less one comments on poetry, for good poetry is complete within itself and leaves nothing to be said which need be said. Yet we can always say thank you, and I can say that I observe you getting better and going further.

You really have an extraordinary talent, Misty. Your work never fails to move me, and I think I speak for all who read you regularly here: you are a bright and rising star.

Your poetry comes from a deep and quiet place within your heart, a place some never see within themselves; you are in touch with the All inside of you.

Thank you! I want to meet you someday, and tell you to your face that I believe in you, that you are a great poet just beginning to spread your wings. Fly high and long!

Respect and solidarity, my friend and fellow poet.

Love,

+Stevie

thank you steven..

misty...

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