Being a True Poet
I wrapped a red ribbon on my finger!
Stunned me to go thousands
of poems back, I had penned.
To discover some dazzling zingers.
I realized I lost something satiny soft.
Like a diamond ring that is
far beyond cost.
I got lost in the poetry form.
Thinking that was the way to please
others came first, for me, oh so wrong!
Use the hot, tempered blood of who is really me.
For another poet, I shall never be!
4/20/2021
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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