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