As all my words weave themselves together,
Every verse arrives on the scene.
Furnished and burnished to such perfection,
With punctuation in between.
Stories that are really a knock-out,
Lines flowing easily on course,
Could all these writes be worth shouting about,
Appearing from a well known source.
I try with precision to set their shape,
Appeal, in each poem to find.
Poetry that everyone can enjoy,
Things that can so surely spellbind.
These woven pieces are a joy to mould,
And when they’re finally complete.
A warm feeling enters my aging heart,
And so, I find a fresh blank sheet.
© Ernestine Northover
I think that your readers would be able to read into even your blank sheets Ernestine That's how good your work is Love duncan X
I wish I had your dedication. Yours shows. t x
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Thank you my friend. There is much to write about! Poetry is my passion, in everything, and everyone. Keep writing.