A special poem about writing and how every day I do what I am here to do. |
-Closer To Meaning- by Keaton Foster Every day Any way Impossible for some Not for me These words Are my blood The letting begins From the first line To the very end Closer to meaning I somehow often come The function of my cause The purpose of my life The blank page My one true god I believe in nothing Except what it screams In my head images form They tell a tale Like a polaroid To be cataloged One day or a hundred Could go by and I Could remember What was seen And what was expressed Ten thousand poems And I still have Everything left to say I will never tire Of the pen and the page As my heart beats My life finds what it needs Closer to meaning Is my hope that All of us will become I am just a man Under the same sun Inside the same prison Mortality will end what my Expressions will endure This is not about fame This is not about an audience This is about something deeper A universal understanding What its mean to be not only me But every other human being Closer to meaning Deeper in a puddle of understanding Drowning for some is swimming for me I’m not afraid, nor will I ever be Upon the page will spill All that I have come to know And much of what I don’t… Closer To Meaning Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |