One day a poem stood at my doorstep
and I let it come in to get warm and dry
we sat by the fireplace and had a chat
We laughed and shared stories between us,
about yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
and yes, it was delightful to get a chuckle or two.
I picked up my old guitar,
The poem dusted off the ancient fiddle,
and we played sonatas and variations of Bach
Then, we sat down at the kitchen table,
Nibbling on sweet, delicious corn cobs and sinking our teeth into succulent roast pheasant.
At last, we filled our wine goblets to the brim with vintage brandy, and we drank to our heart’s content.
A poem does not want to be left alone,
so the next time you see a poem outside your door,
please do me a favor, and let it in.
Poetry
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This is such a cool idea – I love that you personified a poem as a person waiting on your doorstep. Very unique!
Inspiration is received in different forms and I really appreciate – the positive feedback!
Stu Harley