"writing poetry, starts in my soul, flows through my heart, up to my head, then it's out of my hands"
Thursday 19 August 2010
IF
IF
If I were a planet how would I exist,
would I understand my balance,
when threatened, would I try to resist?
If I were a river that flowed to the sea,
would I move so I may rest,
when damned, would I let it be?
If I were a man who molded my life,
would I reshape my destiny, when defeated,
would I look for a wife?
If I were a fire, stoked to burn true and bright,
would I lick at my mentor,
when dowsed, would I burn through the night?
If I were a poet in the arms of life's love,
could I fly by myself,
would I dream from above?
Yet all that I am,
may be seen by your heart,
for 'IF' is the course,
where this love's set to start.
© Richard Michael Parker 1997
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