The only place to write

The only place to write
by cricketjeff on March 8, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Where words come helter-skelter down the slide
Alliteration wants another go
While metaphor swings slowly to-and-fro
And rhymes are are always washed in on the tide

New blooms of love are growing down one side
While passion pools beside the entry gate
The flowers of hope where letters are supplied
And images are never seen too late

Please come with me to share this poet’s fate
To dance inside the poetry you write
Within this playground built for your delight
I’d kiss your lips and bid you be my mate

I know that I will find the playground here
Contained inside a single happy tear