A poem, is just a feeling away.
A thought, ignited by breeze.
A breath, that bonds with memories.
A simple smile, that travels with hug.
A poem, is just a moment away.
An opening, where pen romances mind.
Where light, and dark collaborate,
and plain word becomes a pearl.
A poem, is just a vision away.
An intention, that rockets upward.
A challenge, that fills a page.
A song, as sweet as birds.
Yes, a poem is just inches from birth,
where writer becomes unseen but heard.
inspired again by chat with Stephanie Stoychevska