My poetic mind starves for creativity,
it yearns for the smell of
fresh ink and paper.

Creativity keeps knocking at
my door, always ready to cast
its lure. Bait is placed
line by line, crumb after crumb.

This poetic tale has many plots
but only one life to share.

I strive for higher willing to climb
the highest mountain to achieve
the poetic sense.

I dear to set your minds a flare
releasing my poets fire
into the chasm between
reality and dreams.

I am a poetic wizard
releasing my magical world
into the vastness of space.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton