Stirring the thoughts
That are idle in my mind.
Creating an idea
From what I find.
Weaving them with words,
That are the clothes they wear.
Naked as a jay bird,
Until I comb their hair.
It can stand the test of time,
If only in a poets thoughts.
For he is the master
From which a poem is brought.
Little recognition sought,
But he sets his goal high.
Hoping to transcend.
Any negatives with a sigh.
Lady Vivian
Stirring the words with your verses dressed to dine.
Weaves of thoughts very expressive.
Lady Mary Ann
budd
Regis
Love ya!
Jane