I have been waxing lyrical about the art of writing recently, and in the process, I found myself in a nostalgic mood, thinking back to when I took up writing...
Please enjoy this piece...
Image by Christine Sponchia from Pixabay
The Perfect Peace...
Inspiration came in it's tiniest form,
One little muse, and then it all begun..
Locked in his study, scribbling on a sheet,
This teen wrote words, with rhythm and wit...
As he wrote, time flew fast,
But soon with a flourish, he was through with the last,
Inspiration, rigged into twelve lines,
With sweet sounding, melodious rhymes...
Then he beheld it, he was in silent awe,
It was perfect, words that men would adore,
And with a quick, yet gentle kiss...
He named it The Perfect Peace...
These words...
It was in 2010 I believe, that I wrote my first poetry piece...
It has been a long long road since that fateful day,
But I hold no regrets, my heart's at peace...
Poetry was the beginning, and I have come a long way...
Thanks for stopping by...