A Prologue For Poetry
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I can not imagine a world without the beautiful sounds of poetry. This sonnet sums up the way in which it happens for me.
The tap in my mind incessantly drips
Some fresh words which spill on to the paper.
From my quiet repose, an idea slips
And, taking shape, it begins to taper
Into lines of verse, a comforting sound
Suffusing the mind. It hurries along
With rhythm and rhyme, within and around
The place in daily life where thoughts belong.
They nestle warmly in comfort and peace,
Ideas growing into varied verse
Whose words will bring a poetic release;
Then in a breath, they begin to disperse.
I cherish the gift so clearly defined,
Expressing in words the thoughts of the mind.
Copyright © Elisabeth Sheaffer | Year Posted 2020
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