Ode To Emily Dickenson Poem by James Gibbons

Dancing with butterflies
Flying through
Worlds of wonder.
Imaginatively playful,
Insatiable curious.
Inventively adventurous.

Happily honest.
What more could she
Possess, pen to paper
Day time timid, night
Summoned adventurer.
Flying wings of words.

Friends, fields, birds, earth.
Death, pretty things,
Horses, almost anything.
Free to be a child,
Nothing escaped her
Honest appraisal, told its
Heart, like a revealing
3-D photo, then the deft
Any shape, size
Her pen decrees.

Ability to describe value,
Heft, meaning of things.
Story teller true, flare, power,
Whimsy, wit. There's nothing
More to say except to love.
Secluded, she wrote for herself,
And creativity bequeathed.