My poetry comes straight from the heart,
I am so very proud of it,’ it’s like work of art.
I think and ponder about what to write,
Thoughts run through my head all day and night.
Continents and vowels are near and ahead,
Nouns and proverbs from A to Z.
This gift I inherit from my late grandma,
Reassures me to continue and I will go far.
To have my work in print is such a joy for me,
It gives me pleasure to know it’s available for everyone to see.
How reading submissions from anthologies I have bought,
Has filled my mind with ideas and thought.
My poetry is written in a number of ways,
Writing for someone special, brings a smile for days.
Words come naturally when in a quiet place,
Imagination in another world, concentration upon my face.
© Copyrighted 2014 to Lorraine Barber
