I Write
Mr. Matsuo Basho
danced his words with delight
making better poets of us all.
Here I sit pen and paper in my hand
Mind is like a tornado whirling around and around
Many letters and words I need to find.
Today my computer and I have a really hot date,
typing out all the words I want to say.
Saying what I want to say,
is not always so easy.
Sometimes good for all to hear,
sometimes bad~naughty.
Sometimes happy~hooray,
sometimes sad and I want to cry.
Sometimes oh so serious,
sometimes, funny as can be.
Here I sit writing away,
I do it each new day just for you.
Date Written: 4/25/2022
1 Place
POEM ON POETRY MUSEContest Judged:4/29/2022
Sponsored by:Beata Agustin
Note: Mr. Matsuo Basho Lived 1644 to 1694.
I took 3 poems blended and added to make 1 new write.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2022
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