People have abandoned poetry.
\nThey wear hats in the sun.
\nThey no longer look inside themselves
\nand cower in doubt.
\nBeginning this millennium
\nwe are sure of ourselves,
\nand turn deaf ears to the sound
\nin our souls.<\/p>\n
Dependent on the likes of me
\npoetry has hard going.
\nI drive people away with my open arms.
\nMy heart is on public display.
\nI say good morning to cats and dogs,
\nkiss flowers,
\nregard the sky with awe,
\nand try to keep my wonder under wraps.
\nEveryone seems content
\nto take miracles for granted.<\/p>\n
I pretend to be a tough guy,
\nand spit in the street,
\nlook indifferently on children,
\nand yawn in the face of angels.
\nIt is all a charade,
\nto live with the deaf,
\nto take everything for granted,
\nno day treasured above another,
\nno mystery confronted
\nbut we have a crowbar to pry it open.<\/p>\n
No one knows what I leave behind,
\nunder a bench,
\nslipped in a book,
\ntucked in a letter,
\nsaid softly only to the closest ear.
\nEverything, my friend, is a miracle.
\nEverything is wondrously beautiful.
\nEverything should be infinitely cherished.
\nEverything is a poem,
\nits words beg to be spoken and sung!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
People have abandoned poetry. They wear hats in the sun. They no longer look inside themselves and cower in doubt. Beginning this millennium we are…<\/p>\n