Poetry For Me
<p>I just close my eyes
With pen in hand
Let my mind dance around the paper
Creating strings of words</p>
<p>My thoughts are comforting
Better than my reality
My poems can be anything I want
Something it’s hard for me to do</p>
<p>It all started with William Wordsworth
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
His words: “A poet could not but be gay,
in such a jocund company”
His descriptions and phrases
Wrap me in imagination</p>
<p>They made me want to create
So I did</p>
<p>I mainly keep my words to myself
Like my own little secret
Something for only me
A security blanket
An escape</p>
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