You can't take it with you,
But many die trying.

The precision is musical and lyrical
You write it and it falls into place
The craft and development can be instantaneous or time consuming
But then you get it right there is nothing quite like it
Heard it compared to an ****** but won't go there
Guess things keep giving differently
Being able to write and create
Nothing quite like it
The words find me and they sing their song
differently every single time until it clicks,
makes sense
That's when it becomes poetry
From this Poet's heart to yours

C@rainbowchaser2021

palest blue, some say,
duck egg, with rust,
slight dusting of rose
to combat corrugated iron.