From Old Poets to Us...from Me to You

These worlds that interfere with touch

Where you and I are miles apart

Dissolve, where ink and paper clutch

Thought-syllables poured from the heart

Sometimes the vaulted far-from-you

Would be too hard and long to bear

Save for the pouring out of blue

…half poetry and half a prayer

To lie beneath this rush of time

And reach into its bittersweet

Would crush the warrior of rhyme

Where hold and letting go compete

…save for the wonderment of word

Heard hauntingly from age to age

Because a poet once was stirred

To spill his heart upon a page

My kitchen table and your chair

Are not so very far apart

For words can wing from here to there

And melt the air twixt heart to heart

© Janet Martin