The Poetess Poem by Christine A Kysely

The Poetess



The Poetess always weaves her thoughts
With the finest needle and thread
Each word carefully placed
Intricately woven, carefully chosen
Like the finest piece of Normandy lace.

Her words... just as the winds, wind themselves through
Treeless forests of mind, seeking a bud to bear
Over both emotionally calm and stormy seas
The Poetess' verses dance about your head as loose strands of your hair
She's sending you her thoughts, her visions, her burdons to share.

She has a voice that carries on the wind
Exploring exotic places far and wide
That make us feel for things, for life itself
Both small and with a sense of pride.

He writes of strong love, he writes of plain life
She writes with emotion, she writes of the strife
She writes of the present, the future and what's been
She writes of the angels, she writes of life's sins.
She writes with a passion, its all that she's got
It's her life's fulfillment, its her God given lot.

Crossing the world's highest mountaintops
Across the world's most arid sands
Her voice sweeps across this country
Her voice carries across this land
Sweet songs of mental liberation
For both woman and man.

(December 21, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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