Tribute To An Un-Named Poetess
There's a lady whom I've never met
as enchanting as the stars,
I know this from her written words
and how she sets the bar.
Of excellence in ideas and thoughts
flowing through her veins
And the way she shares her loving heart
With others like a flame.
Burning bright and beautiful
with her pure, poetic voice
(While falling in love with a stranger
Is nothing but non-sense, of course).
She's got Arete' in Greek, they say
But stupendous works for me,
this fountain of truth and beauty abounds
like a caged bird set free.
Destined to live on the fringes
between all our poetic lines,
where boundaries are blurred and only our words
will outlive us in due time.
Yet still, I can't help but wonder
About this mysterious maven I found
Spreading her bliss as if a sweet kiss
might secretly find me somehow.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2022
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