Eudora, Eudora…
The soft Words you speak…
The gentle rhythm of your tongue,
Put my mind and heart into sleep.

Eudora, Eudora…
Your words speak with flare…
Ravelling off your talented tongue,
Into the Mid-Air.

Each Stanza Poetic…
Ascending from your *******…
Slipping between your bright teeth,
Upon the breath like a musical note.

They billow from depth…
Unto the shallow – and then a retreat…
Out of a heart that is deeper still,
Then the deepest of seas.

Your words have been read…
By many – including me…
Entitled… Gifted,
On… Hello Poetry.


Though I absolutely know not Eudora… except the reading of her poem… It still inspired me to write a response to a humorous self-indulged thought… that yes, I am talented. And that she not implying… I took anyways… (While chuckling) the position to appoint myself as the narrative inspiration of her poem. P.S. (But only in my own mind.)

Please Note: Her Poem is absolutely Beautiful and Beautifully written... called... "Gifted"