My thoughts seem
To follow a certain trend
I have to wonder if inherited
Or of my Muse’s whim
For so often
I think in poetic rhymes
Frequently a message there
Layered between the lines
Eternally thankful
Of this I am to thee
Who bestowed this poetic gift
This glorious gift to me
For the gift of poetry
My personal amusement
Hidden there within
A poetic inducement
Copyright © Accidental Poet 2021
- Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 2nd, 2021 05:04
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 33
Comments6
Good write AP.
Thanks Orchi.
Very well said Sir Poet!
Thanks Sax, it's such an inspiration to be surrounded by so many of you talented poets. I think there's a little bit of all of you in my writing. Thank you all. 👍
Good write, A.P.
Thanking the muse can't hurt.
Thanks Jerry, She sure isn't complaining. 😊
I too appreciate your fluency. 👍
Thanks Eugene. Appreciate the visit and your comment.
That Muse always creeps into our minds and lead us to write wonderful words such as yours AP.
Andy
Thanks Andy.
a decent poem is for life, not just for christmas ... and its only Tuesday ... 🙂
Thanks N. 😉
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