What goes into the melting pot?
That later a poet is poured out of it
What pieces of the puzzle, that can't solve itself, are brought together
Failed relationship with the Father
Both biblical and literal
Love for the Mother
Nature and our beginning
Disregard for the physical needs
A hopeless Romantic
Still hopeless at the end of the day

Eyes which merely watch the swirling poison; The glass in hand
The Love for that slight push...
Aiding the purging of a troubled mind

Poets will always find each other and huddle together
Without having searched for each other
Like how the empty bottles end up huddled together at the bend of a River

The River
It calls to me



Post Script- Co authored by Charlie Lathrop http://theashonasphalt.blogspot.com/