Dancing With Pens.
Few are privileged the emotions of a poet.
Special indeed because we get to show it.
Changes occurred with your poems to me.
Transforming my soul yet I did not see.
Strange indeed the workings of a mind.
Now it’s easy to see we are two of a kind.
You lay down your pen and soon it was clear.
An emptiness of spirit and no words to hear.
There is a special thing only two poets can do.
Transcending the simplicity of only me or you.
Our creative ideas and the meanings they say.
Arrangements of words and the tricks they play.
Inspiration doesn’t come in bottle or pill.
No words flow when my thoughts are still.
Totally unique this dancing with pens.
Sharing our thoughts with a written lens.
I don’t know why this happened only it did.
Whatever poetry takes without you mine hid.
I knew you were there did not see you at all.
I needed that love and you answered my call.
Jim Raab
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