A stranger walking on a distant shore
Recalls the words they made in echoed rhyme
Has all been lost to changing winds of time
Or can poetry be heard as before?
Is a poet cast out forevermore
Are his romantic words now a crime
That touched the soul in all the ways sublime
Inside his mind his words came from his core
They stole our place faster than just one blink
But still the words flow as his fingers skip
Across the tapping keys; he leaves a link
Inviting his mentor to take a trip
In cyber space to share poetic ink
Or simply chill and take a quiet kip
©JG Farmer
Form: Spanish Sonnet
A Garret Poet 