i stopped writing poems
because i dried up inside
because i gave myself away
i couldn’t feel/think/be
a poem
while the sun sank into an indifferent sea
this may not be homeric
what i scribble to you
or pindaric
or shakespearean
or petrarchian
but the sun blazes again with fire
and rises brilliantly to the awakening day
of breath
of souls
of life
a small boy composes a valentine for a girl with bright eyes
he works with little craft
only his heart guides him
as he writes
roses are red…
© 2011
The Juice Bar 
I love this poem Herb, exquisite writing!! xoxo
Oh…here you go again…Happy Valentine’s Day to you + the girl w/bright eyes ❤
Superb poem! Happy Valentine’s Day To You, too!