The Ecstasy of Readers

Never, dear reader, underestimate your role
Without your eyes my words would die still-born
Without your ears my songs could never wake

Your responses are precious beyond compare
For each verse opens new vistas in which to play
Spaces I would not have danced were I alone

Without a reader there can be no poetry
Without a conversation there can be no life

How could you doubt that I feel a thrill
When someone takes my meager words
And builds on them their own gentle song

What a quickening of the heart ensues
Hushed down by fears of ego rising
But quietly burning in its corner

Imagining someone might respond
To my words with something greater


  1. Honey

    Honey on 01/08/2006 10:07 a.m. #


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