I owe you an apology
I have been using you.
Your journal has been
a hidden secret I do.
I waltz my butt there
and soak in your soul.
Gobble you like a meal
or a snack thats been stole.
I wallow in your vibes
shed the harbored strife.
Taking when I leave
some ease for my life.
Rambling thru your words
a mentally renewing fling.
Hell, I find parallels
as I read your sharing.
After a day of pits
a deep crevice or chasm
"In the Shadow of the Iris"
soothes my mental spasm.
Like a trip thru a garden
I tote baskets thru the flowers.
Pick the lovely blossoms
then steal away in late hours.
Fodder for my writes;
poems of joy and love
seem to swell up in me
as if from God above.
I owe you an apology
rarely leave a comment.
Run back to my PC
'fore words can ferment.
Watching you cast your line
with grace targeting a fish.
I share the swoons with you
in preparation for a dish.
You put on display
the trappings of the day.
Pour out freely many words
I really had to say.
Let me apologize
for using you to improve
and for puttin my heart
in such a peaceful groove.
Del Cano 2005 March 
of the Iris"
http://journals.aol.com/justaname4me2/InTheShadowOfTheIris
1 comment:
I humbly thank you for this. If I may say, this is the first poem ever written to me, for me.........ever. As you know a romantic of words I am, it's almost perplexed me over my lifetime why no one has ever taken the time to touch me in such a way. So I thank you, for I will print this, and always remember the first poem written to me.
Rebecca
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