I Write for You, and for Me

I write poetry for the lack of words existing In a situation that cannot be explained in stories. Although I may lack a certain sense of rhythm Pure talent, whatever… When it comes to how lines sound on a page That’s poetry to me, Inspired by a certain man I once met Who wrote of Sun Bears secretly And whose name starts with a Z. Not a well known poet, not classical, Not automatically beautiful such as Shakespeare, Yet more beautiful and honest than any other man I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. And I strive to mimic his effortless style, Blatant pictures, feelings hashed out on the page. I strive to be a poet. And in a way I write for him But in the end I always write for myself.