The Poetry Unwritten

of Standing under unwilling or incapable ears
Admitting reluctantly

All the years
Until just before sinking into tears
of mine and others creation
Some great lack of elation
Brought to shores pounding
Without hesitation
Something forgotten
Beneath the rotten was this!
This;
The new landscape dreamt

of starting with sweet shore
of rest and warmth
And smitten with that which began gritting

between teeth and tore

away what stopped me before
and as I tasted it within
Before I believed I could begin
New and forgiven
Now This!
Now This is Livin’,

beyond and with

all that is

that we believe in!