Poetic Genie Out Of The Bottle Poem by Marcene Lloyd

I heard a little jiggle,

a rattle at the door,

A whisper and a giggle:

“Come play with me once more! ”



I’ve been so busy leading

an unpoetic life,

so practical, yet needing

some whimsy ‘midst the strife.



The battles of adulthood

(relentless ‘gainst the soul!)

suppress the best of childhood,

and that can take its toll.



The joyful genie called me

to see the world anew,

and not deem as frivolous

a less prosaic view.



And so I let my muse free,

(a most courageous act!)

because it has a tendency

to engross and distract.