Ode to Poetry
Oh, how a poem’s rhythm feels,
It pulses through your body as you speak.
It lifts right off the pages and reveals,
A story any reader wants to tweak.
I read anthologies as a child,
Wore out all the bindings.
I remember annotating one in school,
Filled it with magical findings.
Finding the beat always appeals,
Oh, how a poem’s rhythm feels.
In response to the NaPoWriMo Inspiration challenge found here
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