Confession of a Poet

Written by: Russell Sivey

In the latest hours, the moon shines very bright Igniting the lower fields with its mercy A poem comes to fruition in this light All can read, as it’s shared with love completely I confess, this poem was from my calm heart To shine as the cool moon, listen to each part Field is open to my mind of mystery My ideas shine onto all that are mighty
Entrant into Anne Currin's "Confessions of a Poetry Souper" contest 2/2/2013