Hi friends. My regular readers know that Sundays are devoted to poetry. Poetry is mysterious. It leads people to bring more of their own selves to the words, as poetry is more open to interpretation, than most forms of writing. I think that a lot of us think that we don’t like poetry, and then we open our minds to it, and we end up liking it a lot. Poetry is freeing. Here’s my poem for today. Please, as always, feel safe and comfortable to add your own poems to my Comments section.
JUST FOR ME
The poems that are coming to me this morning,
Are too private to share.
The shield over my heart, tells me to expose no more.
Today the muse needs the soft protection,
of holy hands and feathers, and leather bound covers.
Today the words are just mine.
As are the complicated feelings,
That sometimes words just can’t describe.
Some days, my written language is solely my own.
A story made just for me.