Tiresome day
Seemingly little to say
Hoping for things to be
Well on their way
Tired, near gone day
Nothing much to say
Not much to see
Sleepy limbs to sway
Shuffle through
See what may be
News,
Oh happy day!
At last,
Great things to shout and say!
Life surging back into the limbs
Run, jump about
Celebrate this greatness that has come!
Rising to swift moving feet
Spirits, today they soar
A great new thing there is to greet
The night no longer a bore!
Here comes this poet,
My weapon is my word,
I will slay them with my tongue
Then turn them quite around
Take them by their hands
And dance with them
To the wildest of songs!
Here comes this poet,
Words at the ready
Come and catch me now
No need to wonder how
Stride quite steady
And they shall soon know it
As here comes the poet!
- Jay M
January 12th, 2021
Beware, for here comes the poet, who dances with the strength of a great many words! See me in the dance of a leaf, the flutter of a butterfly, or a beam of light filtering through the clouds, for I feel as free and wonderful as any of those!
