Poetry's Secret

Poetry's Secret I settle into my nighttime routine. Hang up my shirt. Fold my jeans. Turn my computer on. Wait for that similar screen. The page begins to load. Careful not to touch the wrong keys in case it goes into setup mode. I start my music. Type in my favorite website. The homepage lights up, Revealing the name Poetry Soup. I love this wonderful community. I've made so many new friends in this group. They always warmly welcome me. I post a new poem. Click on my views. I love the responses I read from every one of you. Thank you, Poetry Soup! What an amazing poetry group!! Poetry Soup is loving poetry family. There is no criticism. Just compliments and approval. A large prism. This is poetry power. It's prime time hour. Get some paper and your favorite pen. It's time to write again. It doesn't have to be short. It doesn't have to be long. A few sentences here and there. A couple of lines in between. Poetry flare. The words themselves present their own report. Double meanings are all the more strong. Sometimes, it's hard to understand what they might mean. This is poetry power. It's prime time hour. Get some paper and your favorite pen. It's time to write again. That's poetry's secret. Let it decide how to be perfect. This is poetry power. It's prime time hour. Get some paper and your favorite pen. It's time to write again. I settle into my nighttime routine. Hang up my shirt. Put away my jeans. Get a snack. Restart the music. Wait for the screen to come back. This is perfect. Poetry's Secret. Princess Poetry 6/13/14