The quest for perfection,
in the words I do write.
Stories from my recollection
that I'd love to recite.
Poetry in motion,
worlds you can see.
Filled with emotion
for I'm the emcee.
I open a window,
with words that I use.
Just let the wind blow
and show you my views.
When everything dies down
and the poem is complete.
I hope everyone likes it
and doesn't hit delete. |
