🔵 By Michael Fletcher. Photo by lauragrafie.
Do I see things differently than most others?
There can be no doubt about that
Am I able to paint a vivid picture with only words?
There can be no doubt about that
Have my perceptions been forged of pain and loss?
There can be no doubt about that
Yet still see a magical web connecting all?
There can be no doubt about that
Be there one who transforms crudity into beauty?
There can be no doubt about that
Think you also, a blacksmith to be an artist?
There can be no doubt about that
And me more akin to one such as this?
There can be no doubt about that
Than one whose title is of romanticized?
There can be no doubt about that
And poet be a title given, not claimed?
There can be no doubt about that
If not one, my thoughts may still survive me?
There can be no doubt about that
Have I not scatter my thoughts about as ashes?
There can be no doubt about that
Then even now, they somewhere still circulate?
There can be no doubt about that
Be they as seeds, which have yet to grow?
There can be no doubt about that
So, legacy need no longer be cause for concern?
There can be no doubt about that
Here’s to another piece of me
Going, but never to be gone