By: Fee

I stand solemn in the shadows

of the who came before

Knocking on the inspiration

of their bequeathed door

With a simple song on my lips,

an ageless smile in heart

I’m willing, I’m eager

show me the page where I start

With an ode. a haiku or

A free write prose standing alone

The words are my friends,

the rhyming verses my home

And when my time is done

and I forever lay down my pen

If one voice speaks up and says:

“Yes, I remember him when…”

I will rest easy beneath the breast

of summer’s green grass

Laying face down so those who don’t like me

can all kiss my rosy red a_ _!