Poetry

My soul

feeds

on that

spiraling

inspiring

beautiful

staircase

of words

that is called

Poetry.

My mind

learns

from the

greatest

teacher

who can

tell the story

like no other,

Poetry.

My anguish

and tears

flow into

those open

arms of

Poetry.

My smile

conceals itself

in that

forgotten thought

that is

Poetry.

My heart

And soul

lie sleeping

In that

Comforting Bed

Called Poetry.

Where

I silently listen

To the wisdom

Of it's words.

Reviews

[Lily1111]

Love this Rita. You could add something about how my butt is sore because I sit for hours online reading poetry. lol Oh that would be my poem. Sorry. No, seriously this was really quite wonderful. Even if we are a little obsessive about our poetry.

Great write.