HER

Poetic words that roll off the tongue that is what she was all about Every early morning before the crack of dawn, her soft boiled mind searched, filling in ideas filling in, THE POEM that would flower in the light of day; She swam in the silence of her bedroom searching for words that would light the emptiness she felt inside. filling it she felt filling it she knew that writing poetry was the only thing to do, when her soul went, all askew...