This Thing Called Poetry Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

A mind filled with deep and meaningful words,
Expressed into a poem,
Of love, hate
Truth and honesty to make hearts stir.
Flying high like a bird from a tree,
Soaring through the clouds,
Taking in each special thing,
Of beauty all around.
And the words flow,
Like magical notes of a song,
The love grows,
As the fine poem,
Moves melancholy along.
This is poetry,
This is my life.



Jayne Louise Davies