POETIC SOUL

POETIC SOUL

It's not something I can touch or see

but it hovers like a spirit over me.

It's what allows me to express my thoughts.

Not something I've inherited or been taught

but it's there influencing everything I write,

drops the words down to me, whether day or night.

Could be cascading clouds carried in the arms of a benevolent breeze

It speaks to me through all things, my heart it sees.

It's there flitting about between the branches of trees

little pieces of verses inscribed on the leaves.

It gives me the ability to write the way I do.

It's my poetic soul, predates me and will succeed me too.