TO THE LOVELORN POETS  

To the lovelorn poets

Scrawling poems of romance to come
In ragged spiral-ringed notebooks

Looking for love in cracked concrete
Of sidewalks

In the faces of old couples
The laughter of children

To the lovelorn poets

Who try to make sense of the world
Without sentences

Without the finality
Of a period at the end of a phrase

To the lovelorn poets

Alone with a pen
Chiselling blank pages as Pygmalion
Chiseled stone

Your words are not in vain
Not silly love poems to be burned to ash

Hold fast to what may seem elusive
Unreachable and misunderstood

To what may seem a fool's ideal

Hold fast to it

Hold fast to love

© 2006 Dawn Carter