Love Poem to Poets

Who am I to judge you as you tinker with words…
reveal their bounce and loop de loop
from Heaven to brutal Hell?
May your poetry never end,
but instead stream in strings of metaphors ,
down that track from up to down
from brain to welcoming heart,
driving the truth to every corner of the world.

For the Sunday Whirl, prompt words are: judge tinker bounce loop heaven brutal end stream string track welcome drive

And also, for dVerse Poets, because these prompt words seemed to lead me back to your prompt as well.