Listen,
I wanted to write new poetry,
find different ways to say
the same thing I have said
a thousand times.
I wanted to find a way
to make you feel the wind,
or cool water from a brook
between your toes;
find a way to make you hear
the music
from just the proper placement
of nouns and verbs.
I needed a way for you
to see through my eyes
the world I have seen,
the beauty of tears,
the germ of new life
held in a woman's smile.
But, really,
how many words are there,
and which of them would work
to describe the now of me,
my love, my glassy-eyed wonder
at this world?
How many ways
can a man, enamored,
tell his love
that she is more important
than his next breath,
when, really,
only the emotion
will matter to her?
We will find infinite ways
to touch without vocabulary
and my poetry is obsolete
when I hold you.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
Dammmnnn. Scott, I've been reading your work for over 3 years now, through all of its evolutions, all its twists & turns. I have always admired your phrasing, your depth, your humor, your introspection...Still, there are moments in a Poet's life when language becomes completely useless. There are no words ~ no language ~ good enough to describe the love shining in your eyes. But I swear, the electricity between you two is enough to power the West Coast on a hot, humid day. Maybe I oughta throw in Vegas, too. Sheeeeeesh. 
Good luck in Richard's contest. I agree with you, Scribe; it's honor enough just to be on his favorites list. He keeps some damned fine company. 
Wanda
