Her loving hands have sown inspiration's seeds
into the inventive hearts of many spirits,
sprouting the flowers of poetic blossoms
which her sprite fingers can silently planted.
Searching each crib and womb
for those destined spirits who have the soil
to give life the beauty of her light
and kiss the stars with lips of verse.
All their lives though misunderstood
she softly whispers her precious creative petals
always caring and compassionate
by reaching into one's darkness
that her literary bouquets might thrive
from the soil of quills.
Then when their breath ceases to write the wind
she comes to collective the roses of artistic souls
taking them to Elysian's gardens
where at last the eternal images haunting their dreams
of what her wings touched in the mind
become reality instead of imagination.
Giving each new immortal pen
a special golden wand of expression
used to write silvery stanzas lasting always
as all the thoughts that didn't make sense
when one's heart beat in quivers of confusion
finally have wisdom and peace.
Honorable mention
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
And the last Stanza is wonderfully weaved.You have gone above and beyond the limits of the quill
