Poets Pleasure Poem by Frederick Nellist

The sun appeared when poetry arrived
It crept up on me, nothing contrived
Words and phrases, forgotten things
Flew into my heart on inspired wings
Poetry can whisper or shout out loud
Conjure a rainbow from behind a cloud.

Poetry pregnant with lyrics and song
Conscience deciding right from wrong
Harsh words caressed sound like sighs
Send tidings to all not just the wise
The pen composes our nostalgia grows
From a blending of words beauty flows.

Search and you'll find a poetry spring
Quench your thirst on words that sing
At times words may fall to the ground
If you pick them up a meaning is found
Poetry brings pleasure, rarely offence
What the heck if it doesn't make sense.