Poems about Poetry

a little spot to place a poem you've written that has to do with poetry, or the writing thereof.

there’s someone
small and quiet
sitting just inside of me
wrapped in shawls
and humming to the breeze

and every note she tunes
is fragrance and fire to me

I hear her
only when the wind behaves
and carries her song for me
and that may be at any time
the dead of night
a crowded shop
when my hands are full
or empty

but if I stop and listen
bright things dance
and words and moods
and pictures and glimpses
coat my insides glowing green

yet still she sits
in shroud of cloth
and hums into the breeze

The End

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