Poet's Prose Poem by Patricia Gale
Poet's Prose
I set alone upon a starry night
Hearing the night sing unto me
Sweet sounds of the moon light
Sway me away into the midnight blue
Diamond stars shine twinkling
Coolness of the eve brushes my skin
Hearing the signs that the season may bring
The locust buzzing and the crickets sound like a violin
The field lays barren from the harvest
But the cupboard filled with summer’s feast
Looking above and knowing I have been truly blessed
Surrendering my thanks to the one above, last but not least
Breathing in a deep country breath of fresh air
My soul begins to tingle from my head to my toes
My heart is free from all care
And my mind begins a simple poet’s prose
Pen in hand the sky becomes my inspiration
The moon strokes my expectations
Stars suspend me in a heavenly fixation
I become lost in His divine creation
Patricia I love your prose, takes you to places that only you know, but through your art all the world can go, that makes the poet the most beautiful soul... Andy x
Wonderfully depicted, P. I think we all know that feeling of inspiration from the natural... you encapsulate it perfectly. t x
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9/19/2024 9:19:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Superb write Patricia. A real pleasure to read this one, lovely words that flow over the tongue and leave a sweet taste. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX