Compose
Often, I say, "Compose yourself,"
Take a book of verse from the shelf
Seeing chaos surrounding me,
I lay down insecurity.
Sitting in my goose-necked rocker
I suppose, it comes a shocker,
My thoughts drift to soothing places
Full of happy, saving graces.
Here, I can dream at my own pace
Drift into realms of inner space
I find deep comfort and repose,
I'm untouchable, I suppose.
I'll be happy if you'll come, friend,
This place of beginning, no end,
Find a place of sweet composure,
Never face a sad foreclosure.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written January 20, 2022
Especially for “C Form – Couplet” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Syllables checked with HMS
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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