A Poet's Lair Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

A POET'S LAIR

We have no patience for repetition
Perfectionism is our game.
No strange excitement do we cherish
Peace and Quiet, Life will tame.

Mystery will all enchant me
Whisk away a mundane life.
Whistling notes, Enchanting pieces,
Like the simple haunting fife.

Merry tunes of our existence
Tripping through the days gone by
As we dance to mysteries temptings
Now, to face ourselves, so shy.

The secrets, known, are wrapped in laughter
Hiding selves with music's blare
Placing all our thoughts on paper
All the world, a poet's lair.

So enchanting to the listener
With the songs upon their tongue
For with our words of adoration
Naught will live their lives unsung.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

2-17-07
By Ms. Caroline


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