Dale B. Craven

Salvaged by Poetry

Salvaged by poetry
Living for the moment of inspiration
That comes after a bout with divine intoxication
What we seem born to do
And I know the feeling comes to you
That by writing our words,we change
A little piece of our world
And we are left feeling purged
And are able to understand the abstract
The meaning of the odd things we do
It is the ruin of the losing streak in my mind
That I was only playing to win

{Poem by Dale B.Craven}