The Passion Of Poetry ❤️

Spick and span, spotless and perfectly pristine

Whilst amidst my imagination, I set the whimsical scene

Where cascading waters are turquoise and aquamarine

I tap my moving finger, texting on my mobile phone

Totally oblivion to outsiders and in the thinking zone

Coz inside my happy head, I am all alone

With a mechanical mind which is positively fully blown

I duck and dive deep down, blowing colourful bubbles up above

Scavenging an ancient shipwreck, I trawl thru a rusty treasure trove

Fabricating fiction is a dillydally that I absolutely love

And the passion of poetry is a poignant pastime, that I positively think the world of…