Perhaps, a Poem
I watch sun slide into the sea and leave the sky behind.
Perhaps, a poem will beautifully slip into my mind.
A fierce storm and then an arc gleams above the glen.
Perhaps, a poem of peacefulness pours forth from my pen.
I thrill to spy a group of deer that from a brooklet drink.
Perhaps, a poem then flows onto a blank page from my ink.
Emotions, whether good or bad, can flood me like hard rain.
Perhaps, a poem spontaneously springs into my brain.
News of human degradation and of deprivation -
Perhaps, a poem soon takes shape and shouts my indignation.
The sight, sound, touch and scent of one that I hold dear -
Perhaps, a poem of tender love will magically appear.
Reflections, recollections, things I believe are true:
Perhaps, a poem from my soul informs or inspires you.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2025
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