Quill

With the tilt of her gaze.

Her glee sparked my eye,

And the motion formed a seed,

That I planted in my mind.

Instead of soil and water

I gather my journal and quill.

Then, formed a sentence,

that I hope your soul will thrill😊

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and the muse, she plants the seeds, then we nurse them to fruition.
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) thank you Jacob the notion just kinda hit me and I was glad it worked.

[Chris Shaw]

How lovely, you have grown your own poem Cherrie. Like this one very much. Yes poems need to be nurtured :) Thank you for sharing this gem.

Chris

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) I kinda had that notion when I started this one.
Thank you Chris

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome :)

[Chris Shaw]

I like the changes you have made.