READING POETRY ON A RAINY DAY
On the page, the white declines,
Love of phrase enlivens night--
Images patrol my mind,
Words become the key to sight.
Vanished is my world by schedules set.
Conquered by the Poet’s words--
Persons vibrant this way met
While my true life flies with wayward birds.
Time and passion are contained
Graced within the page in hand--
Bathed in sun while garden rained--
Wander I from sea to land.
What more glorious can life be
Astonished with the gift of flight--
Transforms a bookworm lass like me--
Sword in hand -- blood lust to fight?
Victoria Anderson-Throop 2013