March 19, 2021
Sometimes a rhyme’s silly, just pops in my head,
I think others form while I’m sleeping in bed.
I opened the floodgates a few years ago,
A river of verses continues to flow.
It started with one, then I wrote a few more,
Now I’m surrounded by poems galore.
Sometimes I wonder how deep is the well?
I’ll keep drawing water, how long I can’t tell.
Perhaps words I share inspire others to write.
Help them find words to put their thoughts in flight.
Writing poetry’s different than writing a book.
Each one is unique and each has its own look.
They’re not each a chapter nor follow a plot
That must be resolved to untangle a knot.
The only suggestion that I would impart,
“Dig deep to make sure that you write from the heart.”