Never fall in love with a poet – by A. Thomas Hawkins

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they’re a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you’re prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again

A. Thomas Hawkins

A friend of mine shared this the other night. A poem filled with captivating imagery, begging the reader to do the opposite and fall in love with the poet. The last stanza reminds me of “Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines” penned by the great Pablo Neruda.


We’ll Make It Through

46daf67286c67f56eacd032fecd19d39Just less than a month left before the end of the year, and sometimes I feel like drowning. There are so many things left for me to do and I often wonder if I can finish it all.

There’s the novel that still has no ending.

There are numerous articles to be edited.

There’s a need to look for a better career.

There’s the question about graduate school that needs to be answered.

I need a giant heave that will carry me through the end of December.

So, who’s with me?