Poetry’s Release (#280)
© Brenda
June 10, 1991 12:42 pm
Why write a perfect poem?
Laying open my secret soul
For people who cannot comprehend
The wellspring from which if flows.
Conversations with the wind
Walks among the stars
Trips through past eternities
Dreaming among the flowers.
Spinning tales of greatest glory
Or fiery falls into Hell
Everyday life upon the Earth
And smallest acts of courage.
Why tell about my muse?
The angel at my sleeve
Who guides my restless spirit
To poetry’s release.
