Poetry is my feast, my famine, and my feeble attempt
to give back, to the Universe, my art as appreciation
for the way it stirs my life. It feeds me when eyes espy
what ease others speak to my heart and curl me to them
with themes that evoke my earnest need to surrender
to common adventures and angst that makes us kin.
Oh, to pen a word that fills the mouth of hungry souls,
as mine has opened, to receive a wise wafer of poems
that called me to gather together vowels and consonants
collected from such spice of life as to leave a taste
until I am full to bursting with need to respond.
Such kind commentary, he gives, like someone who looks
directly in your eyes and says, “I appreciate the way poems
curl themselves around me.” Yes, yes, that is what
I have been trying to say forever, in my poems. You knew
and responded in kind with a warm blanket after chill
of emptiness that comes after giving birth to nothing more
than words that took on my likeness.
One simple sentence can draw my Muse, like a lover to me,
and I am willing to go all the way to heaven, or hell,
to have it said. Pen friend, I am writing for myself
so you will understand, it matters. It matters, this banquet
we share like starving souls in the middle of a dry desert.
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"One simple sentence can draw my Muse, like a lover to me,
and I am willing to go all the way to heaven, or hell,
to have it said. Pen friend, I am writing for myself
so you will understand, it matters. It matters, this banquet
we share like starving souls in the middle of a dry desert."
I understand the "one simple sentence can draw my Muse" part well, having had it happen ever so often upon reading a single sentence of your glorious pennings, Carol. This is a beautiful, loving tribute to Nicholas, my Friend. I know he was tickled pink to have had such wondrous words dedicated to him. Your circle grows ever larger with each person that discovers your soulful writing, my Sister. This is lovely, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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great poem
i judge a poem by whether, after reading it, I get up to get a snack. I crawled into the refrigerator and ate everything after reading this poem...........
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Oh you give the best comments//// I lvoe waking up to find new ones you ahve offered after getting up for your late night snack.
crawled in the fridge...lol... you are lovely! You shall be a cubist today?
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Ah yes ...
Very well done. Not a whole lot more to say. You do seem to have a knack for this sort of thing.
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Nicholas has been one who always, always has the nicest things to say to me and discusses my peotry...sometimes he gets what I don't even think of of my peotry. thank you for your comments, ecrivan, I do appreciate them.
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I'm Speechless...
Aww, Carol What you have given me and many others with your soul songs, is what feeds the hunger of my soul. You are a visionary blessing me with your insights and helping me see what is clearly visible to you... all the Honors I ever need I get every time you open your soul to me.
To be in your circle of friends I treasure! In your Pack of Poets, I am but a puppy, a very grateful one to be sure...
"One simple sentence can draw my Muse, like a lover to me, and I am willing to go all the way to heaven, or hell, to have it said. Pen friend, I am writing for myself so you will understand, it matters. It matters, this banquet we share like starving souls in the middle of a dry desert."
and we will continue to do so! Carol, my Friend, my Instructor, my pack leader
I love you!
I humbly thank you for your kind words. ~ Nicholas
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so watch out,if I am packing, cuz I never could hit the barndoor... * 
All kidding aside...we get little enough good stuff.. I likes your good stuff.
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I likes ALL your stuff!
You kawazy lady, you.
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