The poet explores the landscape within
Or what we sometimes call spirit
She ponders and prays
Reflects and meditates
From a place deep within
Thoughts flow out on paper
Is this inspiration?
Is it under her control?
Sometimes the words are thrust upon her
Like a torrent, strong!
Sometimes like gentle rain,
Drop by drop, they fall
Sometimes simple, sometimes complex
But always full of spirit and soul
Her words can bring tears to your eyes
Make you smile, or make you whole
July 13th, 2011