There is something which takes hold of me,
It is a deep love of mine, my passion for poetry.
So many things about me which seem to inspire,
The beauty I see leaves me but with one desire.

To once again write down the words to share,
Making sure I do so with tender loving care.
Painting pretty pictures with words for you,
But wanting the true message to get through.

For all others who see the words I compose,
Everything is from my heart and I hope it shows.
Beautiful poems keep forming and taking place,
All of the lovely imagines uniquely interlace.

A poetry garden filled with flowers galore,
If you start reading, words you cannot ignore.
There for anyone to open like a beautiful rose,
Is the way I feel inside of me . . . poetry flows.

Poetry lovers will all know exactly how I feel,
They’re zest for written words they cannot conceal.
On a continuous search, a quest to read even more,
Until the passion for poetry they completely explore.

Enjoy yourself with a hot cup of coffee or tea,
Read for awhile and see how soothing it can be.
Time for to you come take a relaxing trip with me,
Share in the wonder, the passion for poetry.

© Brenda Sparkman
April 2005

              

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