Poetry

It is….

A sultry afternoon…

Warm sun….

Warmer breeze…

All is silent….

But for a lone sunbird…

Singing her afternoon song…

Bunch of tiny flowers…

On the vine…

As blue as the…

Blue spring skies above…

Nods gracefully…

Lost in thoughts…

And…

Drifting away…

I was…

A warm noon wind…

Sweeps by…

Jolts me back..,

And…

There I’m …

Back.,,
In my own 

World…all over again…
A little poem ..

On this #worldpoetryday….

If you have words…& if you have thoughts..

Poems happen..

And prose can be poetry too…

Poetry heals …

And I believe you need not have to be a real poet to write poems

It is like whether you are a singer or not…if you feel like singing ..sing a song…

It is for oneself …

One ought..each day at least…to hear a little song…

Read a good poem…

See a fine picture..

&

Speak a few reasonable words…

Von Goethe..

True that! & if you can …write a little poem too

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