Power In Poetry Parties
If by some coup of divine luck I had to wisely say,
I would enlighten you around your exquisite way.
Notwithstanding, they appear to slip from my grip,
Wet wails are set down, and they correctly air slip.
No, I'm not leastwise, going to attempt,
The gentle words solace me while I wept.
With each murmur, they scream in agony,
The conflict with each peek and squinny.
Finding meaning is beyond difficult while composing,
Others sentiments and erratic behavior in portraying.
It scarcely appears to be enthusiastic and precarious,
They abet in the expression of regret and terrible sadness.
At this point, not a wellhead of bother in my life,
It's not a potential benefit, tragically but strife.
Uplifting affirmations and dominant motivation,
The broke advantages of the historic mansion.
The text reveals a likely path to heaven,
It's up to them to halt what's in regression.
I don't have any power while I'm creating,
I only host the party, and words start coming.
Kindly be sure to write as regards to me,
I'm a poem provide me a spot to see.
I'll unfurl, and I hope to receive gold,
My story is being related but not sold.
Written: April 25, 2022
1st place contest winner
POEM ON POETRY MUSE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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