Tulips

As a poet I think of words.
I think cognizantly and cerebrally define
words that eke at the diminutive spatial potents
of your mind…….

Words that can altruistically
tell my intimate reflections of love, or nature, or stories of bold caricature,,,,

I care more than a mother greeting her newborn
on her breast.
I care more than a teenager who tastes love for the first time.
I care more than anyone you would find in the length
or longitude or latitude of the earth.

Vehemently denying truth & reality not allowing
cathartic feelings even sublimely to assuage my
soul.
Unrequited love is so painful and full of angst.
As a poet I think of words……..

Robert

Copyright © Robert T. Natello 2014

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