Poetry and Me

Poetry for me is all consuming, encompassing pain from tears I have shed Only Poetry Soup lifts my spirit up high; I write poems from inside my head Early each morn or late in the night, a time of hope as I pray I can write Though if my muse doth take a snooze, I call her name gently and to my delight Rose returns from an afternoon doze, full of rhymes, acrostics, clerihews and prose Yells of delight if one of my writes is placed up high with words I’ve transposed As each day new friends write inspiring posts, for poems I have lovingly penned Now I live all alone in the place I call home, where tranquillity begins to descend Dreamlike images from my soul, come and go like the sea’s ebb and flow My life feels meaningful once again, with sunshine not rain, I’m loving life so Enwrapping my soul in a cashmere stole that transports me to places I yearn to go 21st February 2019 Contest: Poetry and Me Sponsor: Silent One 1st place Contest Strand Select V Sponsor Brian Strand HONORABLE MENTION