She writes on the end of her bed in some farm house on the edge of nothing but corn.
He writes In his foxhole on the edge of the Somme
they fall in love on a moonlit night as he recites her the words of Hughes and she smiles as she decides to give him her most valuable gift.
The president of powerful country considers suicide as he remembers the words of Angelou that spoke to him as a child.
two drunks smile as they discuss how Mary Shelly wrote Frankenstein in a much colder winter.
a young man vibrates as he completes the final stanza of his most beloved poem that entails his love for a black women that eliminates any idea of they are somehow nothing but in love as all love may someday end this racist age.
a suit faced young man makes plans to head for the sierras to look for Twain’s frog in the foothills.
poetry wants nothing to sale and has less to convince. Poetry was the first and the only form of communication that lends a vulnerable creatures the timeless hope of we are not or have never been alone to dream.