At the window I stand looking out
upon the morning light, no breath
does my memory hold but poetry
flow's like a strong gasp of air.

It has been building pressure,
from deep within my mind it
grew that like a rose it's
petals gentle and soft with
it's thorny body armored and
ready.

Poetry flow's blossoming
from a seed, a hydrated thought
rooted deep within me.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton