Wings of Poetry…

Wings of Poetry

 

To a poet, writing is the blood that flows

Through the veins, words the sinew of

Their being, creating the movement of

The body, finishing uplifts the soul,

Failure not an option as the story must

Be told.

The lines may read of sadness, of stars

Hanging in the dark blue, shivering in the

Distance, creating against all resistance.

Waiting for the finished poem to float in

On butterfly wings, in perfection poetry sings.

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

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