Another Poetry Night Poem by cheryl davis miller

Last night was another poetry night
happens often while at work.
I've learned to grab a pen and some paper
while my duties I try not to shirk.

I know it seems odd to wrestle with words
place thoughts into a rhyming form.
But see a Poet must follow the poetry
for the Poet it's simply the norm.

A story or a phrase; spoken here or there;
off goes the Poet's mind in a whirl.
Mapped out in the mind; put down in print
smoothing it like an oyster's pearl.

Conceiving then seeing the thought take shape
an experience as exciting as can be.
Caught up in the flow of structure and rhyme
just another night of writing poetry.



c.d.m.3-4-11