This is "something different" from what are accustomed to reading of John R. Yaws. I really like this one as I am sure all of who write will... - poetheart 08/06/01
Like ships upon the trackless sea-
We often meet and pass.
Flotsam on the sea of life...
We never touch, alas!Like hails across a hopeless void-
We touch each others heart...
With words wrung out by passions,
And our poetic art.What is poetry you ask?
Why, friend, it's drops of blood
Drawn from a wounded spirit-
A cascade, yea, a flood-To flow unhindered to the sea,
As we gasp out our pain.
Determined we'll be heard this once-
If never heard again.Grafitti down the halls of time-
Like children in the dark-
Determined that our memory lives...
We have to make our mark!So write! so speak! let shine your light!
Words graven as in stone-
Like fireflies on a moonless night...
We simply must..."Write On"!by John R. Yaws