[Soaring Feather]

Nice poem kiddo, you get better like a good wine!


Ah, but like fine wine in which I do not imbide
my muse is less and less these days
disturbing me most profound
have all the poetry seeds
fallen onto to fallow empty ground?


Or is this a growing season
going on inside, to unveil its self one day
with poetry, by the pound.
Hope springs eternal! ;0)

[WayzataJOHNN]

Poetry comes when and where it decides
for we are but the medium to the muse
the pen to the canvas upon which it writes