Emily Dickenson
Dancing with butterflies
Flying through
Worlds of wonder
Imaginatively playful
Insatiable curious
Inventively adventurous
Happily honest
What more could she
Possess, pen to paper
Day time timid, night
Summoned adventurer
Flying wings of words
Friends, fields, birds, earth,
Death, pretty things,
Horses, almost anything
Free to be a child,
Any shape, size
Her pen decrees
Nothing escaped her
Honest appraisal, told its
Heart, like a revealing
3-D photo, then the deft
Ability to describe value,
Heft, meaning of things.
Story teller true, flare, power,
Whimsy wit. There’s nothing
More to say except to love,
Secluded, she wrote for herself,
Creativity bequeathed her to us.
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