Charles L. Weatherford

READING POETRY

Reading poetry
written by friends in the group.
Tears brought to my eyes.
I marvel at these wordsmiths,
humble in their eloquence.

Poignant metaphors
and sweet images conveyed
take my breath away.
Seeing images written
in words, not in photographs.

Demons exorcised
through many a written word,
opening the hearts of friends.
Expecting the Earth to break
as horrific scenes unfold.

Reading poetry,
seeing the wonders of life
through another’s eyes:
Thank you, dear poets of mine
sharing your deepest heart-self.