The sparks flew the moment I read your poems
and the way you split everything
into bits of laughter. It was a quaint kind of giggle
that spilled out each time you got nervous
about some thing metaphor or something
assonance. It was a pleasure to see you jump into
a group and suddenly take flight with bejewelled
words and images that soared across the page
in perfect poetic nuance.

Within a short burst of time, your inner voice
spoke splendid verses and symbols and soon
the poems took on a shape and simmer
that drew me into the deeper insights of your mind.
It was amazing what understood from the sheer
gossamer finery of your perceptions and the desire
to break free into the world of writers and poets.

Now I watch you grow, as tall and beautiful
as your writing and I'm taken aback
at how easily you can verse any emotion,
no matter how different it may be.

All of these creative impulses
must have been stored inside of you
awaiting somebody to unlock the latches
to your creativity
and set you free?

Author Notes

This poetess was reserved when I first  observed her writing a long time ago. The words were so purely artistic, but written with unsure steps in the direction to take. It is remarkable how quickly she took flight in a free world and how splendidly she writes now.
There must be hundreds of similar writers who would like to step out and soar high above mundane stuff?

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