Two thousand Poems!
How could I have written two thousand poems?
But I have.
And this is it.
If you had told me some years ago
That I would be writing poetry
I would have laughed at you.
Me! Write poetry!
You are joking!
But then I saw it,
Saw a work of art,
It brought tears to my eyes,
A picture that pulled my emotions
Into vast sadness,
The power of the art spoke to my soul,
I had to write something,
Something about it,
And my first poem appeared.
It all started slowly,
But over the weeks, months, years
More were written,
Until that time when I had to write.
It was a drug in my being,
I just could not get enough,
Get enough of writing.
So here I am
Writing another one,
My second of the day,
And there will be more to come.
So welcome to my world,
My addictive world of words,
My world of poetry.