The Feral Poetess
Oh, sweet feral poetess…..
Seeking a warm secret heart’s artistic home.
She cries and knocks but no one hears her.
In a community of poets the door is slammed.
Cold, silvered moolight makes thing worse.
So, she wrote over three thousand poems?
Her anguished sounds like a cat’s delicate purr.
Limericks, Monokus, are the current jam.
She’s too honest….is her humungus curse.
Poetess, under no circumstances give up!
You, with decades of life experience far from demure.
Write poems that only your heart demands.
Love and truth your heart commands
She walks solemnly in the hissing midnight rain.
Seeking a place of solace and warm rest.
Perhaps, a true friend will stand by her.,
Cover her, in friendships’ sweet, fragrant rest.
2/19/2023
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2023
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