I was suddenly aware <br />of a new voice <br />speaking to me. <br />The voice of a poet <br />speaking words <br />that leaped out <br />of the page <br />and made <br />me listen, <br />to a story <br />of love. <br />Such simple words, . <br />such a simple story, <br />such simple poetry, . <br />but it made the <br />hairs of my neck <br />stand up <br />as if to applaud <br />the words that he <br />spoke.. <br />His visual <br />Imagination <br />Was electric, <br />The air around him <br />Was alive <br />With static. <br /> <br />He is no longer <br />With us, <br />but when I read <br />his poetry <br />I can share with him <br />The joy <br />of his imagination <br />and his words <br />that tell of the world <br />he loved..<br /><br />Mike Tonkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adrian-henri-poet/
