I am looking for a poem
\nI wrote for a girl
\nlooking for a poem.
\nThat she was lovely as a poem
\nI did not say.
\nI gave her pencil and paper
\nand said,
\npoems wear words,
\nlike you wear clothes.
\nClothes present the face,
\nthe form and the intangibles
\nof the heart and soul.
\nSo if you want to find a poem
\ndo not worry about its clothes.
\nLook at the paper
\nand see what you feel.<\/p>\n
If it\u2019s love
\nyou will have a curl,
\na pair of eyes,
\nthe shape of a mouth
\nwith a word on its lips.
\nWatch the lips move
\nand write that word.
\nWatch the eyes see
\nand tell us what they see.
\nWhich way does the curl fall?
\nWhat color colors it?
\nAnd a poem begins in you.
\nA name finds a name,
\nand its sound will put a
\nword on the paper.<\/p>\n
The sounds of words
\nwill chase each other
\nlike children chasing.
\nLet them play,
\nuntil the page is full.
\nAnd you have a poem
\nfor which you are responsible.
\nSomething sacred and alive
\nwith you inside it.
\nAnd it will stay where you are
\nas long as you are,
\nand ring from your heart
\nwhen you think in poetry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am looking for a poem I wrote for a girl looking for a poem. That she was lovely as a poem I did not…<\/p>\n