Poem Shards

  So in the poet's delusions he constructs this
   poem that hints of fantasy dreams of
     other folks being true:
         you are in fact, 
              already in your true lover's arms.

  You are in fact already within your true lover's arms,
  and this whole life is but the dream 
                      that you must live through forever
   to get to the other side of anaylation
              and make good on the promises
     that we have all heard are true.

  So rise up and face your shame, 
                     those bad choices that you made
   face the coming storm, it will not mow you down.  
   And at night you might hear a tree or two 
     crack in two
   back in view
      black and blue
   
   This dream time that comes down the pike of hopeful days
   that carry forth the poets cadence, he sings its praise,
  draft poems doen't have to be true.
     rewrite it if you need to.
  poet's voice is true.

  Goethe says the poet knows to say the words with rhyme
  The poet knows the sylables that have the proper time.
  A poet jots, a poet jests, a poet rants with glee.
   dance along a cliff walk far above the sea.

  How did this start?  I've name-dropped dead poets,
   what farther literary cleche could there ever be?

      from poem page 154