My Poetry

At the Poetry Center

Surrounded by poets
and poems
Mine, all mine.

Robert Frost, Billy Collins
Shel Silverstein and Poe
I claim them all.
And hundreds more, forever coming
Into my arms, my mouth, my heart.

Yes. I wrote them
In my heart and soul.
With my breath,
my laughter and my tears.

Hell, I lived them.
Deeply, daily, minute by minute
Was there ever any doubt?
Yes.

I hear it now, feel it even.
You don't believe me.
You think they're yours
While all the time they are mine.

Why? Because I love them.
With a jealous, monogamous love.
You too? Must I share?
No! In my heart, they will always be
Mine. All mine.