Me Poetry

My Mind Continuously Composes Line upon lovely line Of poetry roses Sparked and budded By inspiration words Like that of an Ode on a Grecian Urn Makes my melting heart’s hunger burn Elevated inspiration spike From lines like “Beauty is truth, truth beauty” This keeps me up at night Under covers tight Writing in my head When I should sleep in bed My wandering mind faltering Until alliterations are altering Mindless mumbo jumbo Into tailored poetry That’s when I know it I am a poet Never felt so alive! Or me! I must contrive! I so suppose This poem could condense concisely Onto one linked line nicely Poetry is me, me poetry