Poetry, my infatuation, may be written to depict any facet of life, and writing it impels me to slow down and take a profound view of living: its beauty, struggles, tragedies, joys, passions, and challenges. I write poetry because of confidence I have been distinctively equipped by God to do so.
Poetry is celestial—sunny blue skies and alternately dark clouds veiling silver linings. Bearing wisdom, poetry is a depiction of all life enfolded with vicissitudes.
"POETRY IS MANIFESTED IN QUIETUDE AND SKILLFUL VERSE ORDERLY SPILLED FROM A CARING HEART"
Poem of the Month
Where Might I Go,
Locations I have not not been
Touchable places or any the mind attends
New York's nice, but often I journeyed there
Likewise the nation's Capitol, its vast fanfare
Maybe the Arctic, Africa, Asia, an alien estate
Australia, or untried flee in the United States
Aged and sapient, terra firma may be a bore
Powerless to match the mind's talent to tour
Mid mindset's free acumen I go where I want
Conveyance on extravagant, exquisite hunts
Where might I go, surroundings unforeseen
Retreat beyond humdrum global scenes
With pliable hand, fictional and poetic pen
Getaways ascend, novel escapes never end