A Poet and Didn’t Know It

This is a poem I wrote after coming home last night.

She writes poetry for personal pleasure from pictures or feelings                                      She hides them in her heart only for herself, only for her own pleasure              Something pushes her to respond to a invitation to read poetry and enjoy pie                   She asks for support from friends and loved ones to come and listen                         Finally the night arrives, butterfly wings flutter within her.                                                They come to hear her fly, to soar out of her comfort zone, to opening her heart                Not long to wait, second up then she is done                                                                                 Now to sit and enjoy 12 more readers, eat rhubarb pie and enjoy knowing she is            A poet and didn’t know it.

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