Whisperings Of A Poetess Poem by Panagiota Romios

I write because I like it!
I like the pulse of life to beat
vermillion on paper.
Whether joyous or sad, or~
completely mad.
Just let the words sing!

For you see......

In my soul, it's always spring.
There's no coldness or snow,
No crumbling leaves falling.
Just green words that bloom
like a gardenia's shiny leaves,
With potent fragrance flowers
for only special souls to read.
I know who they are, for they
are poet-kin to me!

To impress with literal arrogance,
is neither my speed nor my need.
To add whatever I humbly can, to the family of man, with more impeccable and candid speed.



               10/12/2020
                 Opus # 1