In Simple Lines Poetry Comes

*** In Simple Lines Poeetry Comes *** (“You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life…” Walt Whit an, “Leaves of Grass”) My lines — My life… Riding moments, Raising poetry Like Beauty feels Glorious As Mother Nature is — when her winter here ends — Brought on to her time of re-birth — Sprouting life on toward the sun From and within layers of earth As Springtime’s newest whimsies grow Dew-tipped on all and dawn vibrant ‘tho ephemeral… Words of import In simple combinations Phrased memories come To waves of fields of grass — With their repeated reciting Of Poetry’s honored lines’ past And then, in sequenced words, Time has amassed The little aspects of me — Presented and quite apt for pennings of similes, Or for drawing on some imagery — In my heart — My simple lines were found Stemming from radiant peace Or ardent hours, With persistence versing inspirations Into my simple lines. With all attention closely given To reverberating echoes of a quintessential metaphor From melodies ‘oft playing unnoticed in the air Always Some distance from just so close By the fields of Spring’s fresh grasses — Lyric-tipped all Invite…Await Wandering poets with thirsty pens. E——————————————————————————————- (c) sally young eslinger 1/21/2023 Thanks be to God…