About the piece: I wrote this piece for a very good friend of mine. His name is John aka Woodsy the Performance Poety. He’s a great inspiration and an even greater friend. I wrote this to remind him just how much he does just by existing and doing what he does best, caring. I hope you all enjoy this piece and that it carries a special meaning for you and someone in your life. 🙂 We are blessed when we have trusted friends and family.
Your Art.
Your art,
a driftwood piece bridging fine glass glimmering and shiny hues in some unnamed ocean.
Your galaxy, too far from where we should be.
Playing catchup, speeding towards the very thing that scares me to near deadness.
Making an effort, but it’s not quite you.
Your art surpassing all with a swift swiping of soft finger pads on keys tapping underneath.
Your art, some thing no body can touch or taint.
Or Else, they might crumble with the dust threatening to turn us in the end.
You’re eons ahead,
too humble to realize.
Though, I’d still love to watch you sip coffee at tea time.
I’d love to talk with you for hours, picking your brain to pieces as you pick at mine, too.
These gray areas you find yourself suffocating in are your symphony.
You’re birthing new colors, in heavy seas.
Mystical creatures surfacing with every word, new birth.
You create.
In your art, we writers find a welcomed place of refuge to recognize how life could be.




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