By Leah C. Dancel
24 April 2021
How much I find delight in poetryWith verses not long; one liners are best.Stanzas are trimmed and cut to simplenessDevoid of pageantry and pompous words.I love the ones with landscape thoughts;A portrait only minds can draw or paint.Instead of pictures, words are inscribedDesigned to amaze, awe and inspire.I walk along the trail that poets leaveTheir stories, like my own, are found on the road of life.Some are epics of better and mis-spent daysThey give lessons to ponder under this covid mess.Somewhere in between the lines I'm caughtIn a trance lost to a forest of all that I believedForgetting the time that passes byI'm soaked, immersed in words of the poets' fare.
Published at The Diary Files - DX-Lab, State Library of New South Wales
June 9, 2020