| |
A Dreamer
I’m just a dreamer with poet’s soul
Whose story may never told.
Not to seek fortune or fame
Most will never know my name.
When my poet’s mind’s at work
From work in no way shirk
Poem mirrors stare back at me
Each time a word - comes to be.
Verse flows free hope superb.
In rhyming words and verb
Today’s verbs are tomorrow’s words.
Thoughts are free as wild birds.
Let a little of my soul out to all
So you can peak at my rise and fall
Tear stained paper each heart felt word
Wicked thoughts, might sound absurd.
As words dart through my brain.
Feelings collide with pleasure and pain.
My spirits soar high again and again.
Beryl McMullen
|
|
|
