Oh to be a poet.
To feel the wave of pen
brushing against shore of page.
To breath in the grand energies
of birds that tickle senses.
Oh to tap into the grid of visions
infused in shells melodies
and waves of love.
To play in tides of phases
to transmute them into
peaks of prose grand.
Oh to be a poet
and celebrate the experience
of a creative soul.
Inspired by chat with Feggyr Citack ›thanks