Where To Begin- alt. Title: The Opposite of Writer’s Block

The poet sits to write another line

Endless thoughts flood his mind

he just lets them waltz right in

it’s not a question then of inspiration

he’s got plenty of that

He just wonders where exactly to begin

By: J.N.R Dutton

Healed Heart

He remembers how when he was a younger man,

he’d had a heart of stone, he did all that he could

to keep people at arm’s length,

he thought letting them in

just wasn’t worth it, the price that he would pay

if in the end, they never stayed anyway

but then one day, real love it came,

in fact, it wouldn’t leave him alone

It changed him & it healed him

when it made his heart it’s home

By: J.N.R Dutton

Time After Time

A poet in simple clothes, you could pass him right by

without a second glance, and never think twice

but if he opened his mouth and began reciting rhyme

It’d stop you in your track, time after time

Whether on a street corner, or some place more refined

He’d pour out his soul, line after line

He’d rhyme of sweet Love, and beauty that shines

and so many other things that dance in his mind

By: J.N.R Dutton

Dear Eric (Revisited)

Eric, if you were reading this I’d like to say,

I’m a bigger fan now than I was

even just yesterday

The way you tell a story, brother,

it just keeps blowing me away

every time I think I’ve heard your best

you top it & prove me wrong

As long as you keep sharing, man,

I’ll forever sing along

By: J.N.R Dutton