Poet's Eye

Poet’s Eye

Seeing each day with a newborn soul
Appreciating things others don’t see
Thinking in pictures and words instead of
number and formulas
To feel the thunder in your blood,
to smell all the scents in the air.
Sense the wind in your hair
Using words to shape it all -
Awed by the scene
A bond of the soul with everything
that lives and feels
A widening of perspective
through the Poet’s Eyes.

To Venisia Gonzalez,
I hope you make it to the stars.






The struggle of life...

I crawl...
My arms give way.
I stand...
My knees buckle.
I run...
My feet stumble.
And yet,
I reach for the stars,
I catch them,
and they’re mine.