Finding My Poetic Voice
Poetry is like a street lightGlowing, growing steadily...
giving off direction and warmth
on a cold winter’s night.
It shatters the silence
and has so much to say.
Stretch your senses
to hear its silent drum
beating in your heart.
Soft, sweet and sacred
sings its spoken song.
Listen intently
when it starts...
and savor it essence
when it
suddenly stops.
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