I am attempting to write a poem a day,
during the month of April 2016, instead
of the merry month of May!
Sometimes I miss a day, but I am not afraid.
I can compose catch up poems, but I am
not on my own. The Holy Spirit is
an honored guest in my life.
Frequently he tells me the words to write.
Separating darkness from the light.
Dividing the night time from the day.
Walking down the beaten pathways of
poetic yesterdays.
The National Poetry month is
not been honored on this web site?
We are learning to tell wrong from right.
Some people are inspired by the words I
some how to manage to type.
Do I ever get it right? I am embarking on
a poetic journey of self-discovery.
God only knows where my journey will lead me?
April's showers bring much more than spring flowers.
The poets come out their winter's hibernation.
The poetic voice can equal the consciousness of our
beloved nations. Why are there not more poetic patrons?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem