(04 October 1943 / Germany)

A Poem Named Saywell

I find, in life there are a few
who'd treasure Cinderella's shoe.
On Poemhunter's public square
there is a frenzy (much to share) .
I go, because I feel I must
back to the days of lyric lust.
When genuine poetic skill
had landed on my windowsill.
A handful of great human souls
raked fellow men through burning coals.
I stand, in awe, of those whose art
could soothe the unforgiving heart.

Dedicated with tongue-in cheek to a great poet and human being,
Allan Saywell whose pets are as nutty as I consider 'just right'.
If I ever do meet a better colleague I shall let ye all know.

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And what is a poem for If not to open doors and if it might to melt some hearts and bring to all a little light.