The Poet

subtle is the way she muses tonight quietly, she pen's just for your delight in tune with herself, her muses transpose to boost your world with a sparkle of light the art within has much more to propose the language defined with creative prose in metaphoric rhyme she soothes the soul traversing the space keeping you exposed by the river or the watering hole her delicate meanings are scribed two fold alone and unforgiving to compile imbuing a richness to make you whole amidst the truthfulness of her freestyle her mind encapsulates the juvenile her playful nature is always in tact where expression exposes the lifestyle she writes for amusement, yours, to distract the greatest gift is her solemn impact interpreting through kaleidoscope eyes sharing her thoughts, inner concepts abstract her poetry cannot hold on to lies her reality worded to surmise a brief representation of her life she cannot hide, defile or compromise through time she has seen humanities rife yet she is always in the midst of strife come forth dear memories my canvas waits pen's the memories exacting her knife the tools she's been given only illustrates the world she defines as she annotates the place of her mind is protected - as corroboration recapitulates and on a warm balmy evening of jazz her smile encompasses her pizazz writing to express her passion in form living and breathing her art, for she has.