Everything and Everywhere

There is a poem everywhere, Some can be found in the lair, Poems are like the morning sun, Scripting them brings much fun. There’s a poem in the night, Some can be found in the light, Poems come like an inner voice, Accepting to listen is a choice. There’s a poem that calls us from slumber, A symphony that resounds in our chamber, A message in every line, A gloom or a shine. There’s a poem that looks into the mirror, Some see tomorrow’s horror, Poems open the door to the poet’s heart, The unseen pulls the cart. March 21, 2024.