I Am A Poet That Is What I Do
A heavenly feather falls slowly and lands in free
its a symbol of angelhood and celestial mediation
Soothingly, comfortingly, a Sensei surrounds me
and showers me with blessings as I claim reaction
and write, for I am a poet that is what I do...
An angel divine incarnate without pious duple
sincere in her approach she never cleaves fear
for her gentleness instructs me like a Holy wimple
ministering with anoint from close then near ;
I write, for I am a poet and that is what I do
Alabaster skies with electric blue streaks of night
adhere to her path like a messenger of old and
claim your place in the banquet of His light
she is a paragon of love , fingers in the sand
I write for I am a poet and that is what I do.
Copyright © Pixie Dust | Year Posted 2020
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