Poetry Gate Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Just what do I feel about Poetry?
I close my eyes and there in my mind
See a magical gate that opens softly
To a field of green with fresh daisies I find.

The gentle wind blows a kiss to my cheek
As the scent of Jasmine fills the air,
The Poetry gate brings the calm I seek
And the music of birds takes me there.

Warm as the morning sun's embrace
The sight fills my heart with peace sublime,
Words flow with ease and a soothing pace
When poetry walks in, complete with rhyme.

Poetry is a stroll in varied chosen scenes,
In dreams and loss, heartache and pain,
I draw the lines in words, by whatever means-
These may touch a reader just like cooling rain.

Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~12.20.15