Hearts Shines In Poems

Every afternoon she picks up her pen then and only then dose her emotions bend, they bend to connect with her pen her emotions descend to her pen, her honesty and truth her beauty and vibrant youth sheds on paper like rain shed on blades of grass, and all her friends laugh and ask why does she write, she laughs and ask why did you even care to ask ?She says this ink and quill can help to pursue and articulate the greatness in you ,it helps expose and shows the many hues in you, if those hues remain in you. Then People will look at you, and ask who are you, but I write so people can read me, so they can smell and breath me, so they can begin to comprehend and properly conceive me, believe me you to should write.They laugh and walk away but her true friends ink and quill stays, weaving thoughts healing wombs carrying her along the days, words has helped her in many ways, it has helped her slay the many beast of her days. She is a Nubian queen a writing machine, her scenes like a cat so keen, her mind so pure and clean she seems to have preened her self so clean through writing ,through igniting thoughts on still waves of her inner serine, of heavenly wisdom ink, as she begins to think the heavens shake a brontide unfurls from heavenly brain storm. She is the goddess of wisdom, she says she writes for the health of her mind, I laugh saying my life and mind isn't so healthy would you care to be mine, with a woman like you I might be inspired to write novels of romance and slow dance, after glasses of wine. Then and only then will I have a healthy mind She smiles,I become her next poem.....