The Poetess and Her Conundrum
The Poetess......
Suffered in angst and deep loneliness,
As her Jasmine poetry was anew and just growing.
“What good are my poems regarding truthfulness
or honesty?
Against seas of deceitful poems, puff-pretty, bright
glowing?”
The sweet,pre-spring rains came and gave not a
whisp of an answer.
Her soul and stomach did crave some reprise.
“No, no, rest, dear poetess, “words whispered
came in the form of a ballet dancer.
Then..what to do, she most freely wept?
“Stop looking for readers of my poems?”
Ah, a wondrous secret being kept?
“Stop, stop”, the laughing dancer said.
“Each poem you wrote once slept in
the soft bed of your heart.”
“Let it begone, and like a newborn butterfly...
alight with freedom and depart.”
3-15-2022
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