Reading Poetry

Some poems are pretty, daring and fun. Some are jazzy and gutsy, made on the run. Some poems are dark, gothic, and cruel. Some are about delicacies that make me drool. I intend to read one, two at the most. But they snap me up, showing me their host. I fall in love with so many each day, I soon get completely carried away. Just one more, I assure my impatient self. But the next one includes orc, blarf, and elf. Gargoyle magic gives me the eye from the next one. These fantastic authors are creating lots of fun! I devour and read my daylight hours away. Some poems prance in my head all night long. Some wake me up, and laugh as they say Let’s get up and write some, no matter how wrong.