An Ode To Miss Jenny Poem by James Timothy Jarrett
An Ode To Miss Jenny
I oft wondered
on dark lonely night
Where arose those words
and prose
That troubled
my thinking brain
Those things that
must be said
Those things
that cannot be contained
Within my my mind,
That I must write
Words and thought
are everywhere
That most will never consider
Then I met
the most gentle soul
Who could recite
verse at will
I saw her soul
and all within and
and saw nothing
but beauty
and knew
the root
of my poems
Beautiful. I had a friend called Jenny, she too was gentle and sweet.. (Thank you for taking the time to write comments about my stuff, they sometimes give me a new slant on life.) Regards, Sally.
The last few lines were stunningly beautiful. (Thanks for all your comments.)
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Beautiful. I had a friend called Jenny, she too was gentle and sweet.. (Thank you for taking the time to write comments about my stuff, they sometimes give me a new slant on life.) Regards, Sally.