Poetry On My Poetry

Over the years emotions became my muse Dealing with Wayne’s death was my mother’s bequeath Putting a knack for writing poems to good use I found light following these shadows of death “Mother’s Empty Room” was the first poem I wrote Looking back I see a lot of cliché quotes Word’s shedding pain flowing from my finger tips Now I’m able to write a few silly quips Written 01/12/13 For Russel’s “Poetry about Poetry” members contest Form: Rispetto, with ababccdd rhyme, 8 lines with 11 syllables each line.