Poetry Flows Like Blood
Poetry runs like blood through my veins
the words in my heart is my magic I bring.
I open my mouth to let my spirit sing
from a simple poem i have made a change.
A sharing of lives journeys are brought forth
emotions of my heart provide the source.
Trusting in myself I begin to read
my story unfolds and I bring forth the seed.
Sometimes soft, sometimes coarse is my voice
I give my gift of poetry so that you may rejoice.
You pass no judgment, no ratings or grades
you simply listen to what my soul must say.
Around the board we wait with bated breath
as magic is shared from one hear to the next.
A joining of hearts, just as of hands
sharing a moment as one, be it woman or man.
Never shall I fear ridicule nor scorn
for with my poetry many friendships have formed.
What a world this would be if all could hear
this love of verse that we all hold so dear.
No more war would rage, no more blood would be shed
if only they listened with hearts not their heads.
I am blessed to be a part of this wonder of words
knowing that here for awhile I will truly be heard.
Debbie Wagoner 11/3/09
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