The Poet and Hunter

I am a word hunter
seeking poet-spoken lines.

I'm a heart and soul hunter

searching literary minds.

Turning yellowed pages

in library books, reading
my Cummings, Wilde,
Browning- not Woolf.

Neither searching for Pound,

nor Plath, but Frost.

No heartbreak or sadness-

Need assurances crossed.

Shoveling through poets

for the perfect love poem.
One styled on straight lines
with ends to sweet rhymes.

Maybe I could have written-

but rather from you.

Succinct calming lines-

how hard to do?

They’ll fall from your hand,

assuring me so.

Your best lines to poem,

will call me home.

Where your ink set to verse
is my proof for review.

Where you still pine for me-

your one love so true?