The Gift of Poetry

Poetry Gives me the Wings to Fly... The gifts that poetry brings to me Allows me to fly into the clouds Of imagination Taking me to lands I have ever known To fly free from this body Encasing me, but not, my mind I can fly to mountain meadows Filled with wild flowers Land in the middle and feel The colors round me. I see myself in Tim-buk-too talking to locals who like living there. I can travel along in the clouds drifting toward sunset or storm and let emotions fly free. In poetry I can be just anything I want to be. An ocean full of beauty Awaits my call out of the doldrums into a pod of playful dolphins welcoming me! Poetry is a gift for everyone no matter where they are from Masters of their minds Beholden to no one. It answers my call anytime, Anywhere...I carry it with me not in a suitcase, but in the fertile field of my mind!