Miss Poetry E P J
Miss Poetry
E. P. J.
E. P. J. – a cousin – forth removed, of mine,
who lived in long-ago days – a different time –
who created a world for herself, beginning with rhyme
that took her from the obscure and into places sublime.
E. P. J., was a woman – before her time – with many a hue.
E. P. J., was once, a woman many, many thousands knew.
E. P. J., today, is known by very, very few.
E. P. Js., spirit – in March of 1913 – took wing and flew
to a world / plane beyond the lonely hours, the excruciating pain.
To a world beyond – to the Happy Hunting Ground – to gain
greater insight and freedom from a life filled with the strain
of adventures lost, enlightenment for many, a heart filled with rain
as she cries – within – for all the losses, only memories remain
to tell us of a woman who was far ahead of her time.
Now told to us in prose, in biographies, in rhyme.
B. J. “A ” 2
February 13th 2006
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