I Am A Poet

From this placid moment pressed on;

I am a Poet: The echoes of a borrowed whisper,

Of expired time, a mishmash into now, and the dire dreams that awaits me.

              The fabric of my existence lives in our contributions to poetry.

My depth can only grow and flourish;

Belonging to a vessel in this community.

If you should go on-- looking for me;

Throw a pebble in the pond and you'll see who I am.

I am a Romantic Artist: A Movement to inspire.

I am the snowflakes of those envious cherry blossoms taking aim at.

I am the pin dropping in the silent room.

I am that butterfly gracefully taking flight you tired to capture.

I am a favorite song of forgotten time.

A wooden nickel on pins and needles;

I walk with no vengeance nor the value of it,

I welcome scathing remarks

To which I will turn to the other cheek

And appeal to your better Nature.