Come out, come out,
Wherever you are!
I see you in there,
You can’t go far.
Hiding in the woodwork,
Trying to blend.
Listen to me,
The message I send.
We miss your talent,
Words on the page.
Sometimes funny,
Other advice, sage.
Someone hurt your feelings,
Or, maybe you theirs?
It’s something personal,
Of which we’re unaware?
I know that it’s tough,
Feeling sick and tired.
It’s not for us to know,
So, keep it inside.
But, if you’re ready,
To offer, to share.
Then bring it out,
Into the fresh air.
No bones to pick,
You’ll get none from me.
So, show yourself,
When you are ready.
For we miss your words,
No need for shame.
If you stay in hiding,
There\'s loss, no gain.
So, come out, come out,
Of the grainy woodwork.
Dust yourself off,
Let us have a good look.
Just a few words,
No reinvented wheel.
Express yourself again,
We’ve felt what you feel.
Here I will name,
Just a hint or two.
The lover of photography,
Shades of sadness, too.
He likes comments,
Good, bad, both.
The warrior cowboy,
All to return is my hope.
So you absent poets,
You know who you are.
Come back into the fold,
Twinkle with us, bright stars.