Poetry Years Speak
To young lives full of ripe promise,
I give glowing, gold dream spheres
And the belief that hope is honest
Because I am their sweet poetry years.
Youthful times of enchantment
bear longings rather than fears
in my stargaze encampment,
settled in my charmed poetry years.
I gift creativity, crafted unique,
to build teenage based frontiers.
I blend wonder with mystique
to bolster my awesome poetry years.
I have many charms to employ
upon young emotional pioneers
in hopes they retain all joy
found inside my selfless poetry years.
All who ever became an adult, full grown,
once handed me their trusting, young tears
to mix with faith’s infinite, soothing tone
while they camped here, in my poetry years.
... CayCay Jennings
May 1, 2016
Please know, this isn't about me as a poet, is about 'poetry years' as I experienced them when growing up, and as a 'Personification" form, it is the 'poetry years' speaking.
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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