My shreds of threads 💕

As a poetical picture envisages inside my brain

So I put my pen in my fingertips and start writing again

Whilst my shreds of threads will wax and wane..

Coz penning poems is what I love to do

I forever feel the necessity to relate to you

Where’re my life in verse may lead me to

And when my chapters will end, well I haven’t a clue..

There are pages within many books full of my poetic rhyming tales

As I log each and every single detail down with yon mistral wind in my sails

I knock out my little narrations like I am hammering nails