Francine Roberts Poet Rhyme

At Last

~~ ~~ At Last ~~ ~~

I stretch my legs,
I stretch my toes,
Breathe in deep,
Thoughts compose.

Take pen in hand,
Open notebook,
Start to write
Then take a look.

Thoughts in head
To paper go.
This is how
My poems grow.

Stretched out on
Comfortable bed,
Transfer to paper
Thoughts in my head.

Sometimes good,
Sometimes bad.
The fact I'm writing
Still makes me glad.

Writer's block,
A thing of the past.
I am a poet
At last, at last!

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Don Johnson July 1, 2011 at 3:32 PM Francine the queen of all the crop, the poets look in awe, the flow the flow, of words in tow, and johnson says don't stop:) love, Don

Carolyn Devonshire June 26, 2011 at 12:53 PM I'm glad you have found a way to relax and receive that much-needed inspiration, Francine. Been trying to write some, but my computer time is limited now. You have a very good entry for the "Inspire" contest here! Always sending winning wishes your way. Love, Carolyn

Elizabeth Wesley June 26, 2011 at 10:40 AM A great write, my favorite place on the bed. Enjoyed the imaagery of this.

Judy Ball June 26, 2011 at 7:01 AM Yes indeed. We love the blessing of being able to put our feelings down onn paper. I thank my God every day such such a wondrous gift. Good write my friend. Judy Ball

Cory Long June 25, 2011 at 6:46 PM you're more then a poet you're an AWESOME poet there is a difference lol :) This was very creative cory

Don Johnson June 25, 2011 at 6:10 PM You are indeed that poet thing, words that rattle wing to wing, no one hurt, do feel the sting, shut up don you're waffling:) love, Don