Goddess of the Poetry
Rhyming is a delightful game
certainly one I love to play.
I thank the muse who comes to me
On any given day.
She sits upon my shoulder.
Whispers words quite candidly.
If she whispers enough of them
Then sentences I see.
If the words aren't written down
They simply fade away.
And only segments will return
On an inconvenient day.
I will continue doing
What this presence does decree.
I perceive her as a lady
Goddess of the poetry.
Copyright © Donna Condron | Year Posted 2020
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