It Beckons Me
Poetry beckons
And I answer
It is a force
Eager to sell
Eager to buy
Why would laundry matter
In the face of beautiful thinking
Extravagant words
That ooze with richness
Words own me, intoxicate
Poetry is as evocative
As it is passionate
It binds me
Compels me
Sustains me
My song
My retreat
It calls
I answer
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Author:
Katie B. (
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