There is a poem at the end of the world
it is by an unpublished poet
it is not a war poem or a political poem
it is not obscure and not divisive
it is a poem of the heart not the hand.
it is the poem many have tried to write
but only a lone poet has achieved
it is the poem that gives universal hope
but does not drip with maple syrup
it is the poem I wish I had written.
Actually, Mary, I think you just wrote that poem. It really says it all - what we feel when we tap the keys or pick up the pen - wanting to express that elusive thought, not always as clearly as we wish. But at least we try! I love this poem. Especially "There is a poem at the end of the world...." Beautiful!
"Thank you" is not enough words, Mary, for all that you do to keep Poets United alive and thriving. We appreciate you so much.
Do come back to see who we talk to next, my friends. Who knows? It might be you!!