Continuous Learning
"Learning is not attained by chance,
it must be sought for with ardor and diligence.”
-- Abigail Adams
Flying with fleecy
free verse wings, willing it
to become haiku,
a sonnet, cinquain,
or a triolet.
Maya Angelou’s spirit
is there in my flight,
her whisper with
startling guts is songbird
echoing in the quiet wind.
I fly and fly, like a child,
I savor the smell
of salt and smoke
in a sanctuary sky.
I drift then drop in an ocean
of poetry where I eye every
letter’s curve, to write it all
on the wondrous welkin.
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