Poetry: Teacher Teacher

I'm tired tonight

- need to sleep

But there's a poem

here somewhere

Hiding in the creases

of your skin

 

Your paper heart calling out

to feel the creator's pen Wanting the ink

to explode inside

The belly of creation

 

I'M tired but how does

one leave

A masterpiece unpainted

- a prayer To love

un-prayed - unspoken

 

Who am I to deny the world

A fleeting glimpse at

infinite beauty

 

 

E. Laurence Bake