What can I give you – <br />for only giving can I think of, <br />in this dark season of the year <br />which needs no festive name, to name the need… <br /> <br />this dark season, when hearts yearn <br />for all that’s bright, and warm, and love.. <br />what can I give you, at this time? <br /> <br />I give you – music… music, heard <br />outside the heart’s dark winter door <br />to say, that all’s not lost; all’s never lost; <br />there’s music still and always, through the door… <br />you’ll hear, and know yourself to be that all… <br /> <br />I give you – laughter… laughter, on the face <br />of strangers, as you open that dark door; <br />strangers who laughing turn to you <br />and share their laughter and a proffered hand; <br />a room of laughter shared with you, illusions laughed away… <br /> <br />As poet gives to poet, these I give you; <br />they are – but poetry; <br />as poetry, may live. <br /> <br />* <br /> <br />[occasioned by discussion of ‘the three persons’ in poetry: <br />the confessional poetry of ‘I’; <br />the poetry that speaks and gives to ‘you’; <br />and the poetry of he, she, it, they – of universal truth..]<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-fellow-poet/
