All poems are prayers
because all poetry petitions
a god half believed
the muse real or imagined
nature itself
Most of all poetry cries out
to words themselves
a plea that they can somehow combine
to possibly convey
The shadowed contents of the mind
The warmth of sun on fabric
the taste of cooked tomato
smell of sandalwood
the oooh of the rising wind
all conjured
from the alchemy of letters on a page
Ink Stains 