Poetry On My Poetry
Over the years emotions became my muse
Dealing with Wayne’s death was my mother’s bequeath
Putting a knack for writing poems to good use
I found light following these shadows of death
“Mother’s Empty Room” was the first poem I wrote
Looking back I see a lot of cliché quotes
Word’s shedding pain flowing from my finger tips
Now I’m able to write a few silly quips
Written 01/12/13
For Russel’s “Poetry about Poetry” members contest
Form: Rispetto, with ababccdd rhyme, 8 lines with 11 syllables each line.
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