Reading the works by Sally, Vicki, Catherine(SoulSurvivor), Ryn, Deborah, Elizabeth, and Pamela Rae, is akin to drinking champagne from a crystal flute. Me, cheap beer from a Mason Jar.
Many poems I read seem so sad The poems fills your eyes with tears This doesn't mean the poems are bad But sometimes a poem should be filled with cheer
There is so much beauty to write about Not just lost love, fears, screams and shouts
A poem can be about Flowers or trees A poem can be about Crystal blue seas
A poem can be about a ring of smoke Or a beautiful girl Or about the beauty We find in this world