Ode to the Poetess
written by: David Hopcroft
To read her lines each morning brings me pleasure
Praise just seems to slide from my tongue
For here I have discovered a Michelangelo of words
Rough hewn ideas becoming beauty from her pen
Chiseled to wondrous thoughts in my memory
As I sit and ponder over my morning coffee
How this Constable of amazing phrases
Produces those verses woven into a symphony
Each line like a chord to play a part
Words like notes strung together on the stave
Which she reads so easily with her rhythm
Like an enchantress perched upon the siren’s rock
She is the Turner of expression the Hockney of simplicity
Oh how I wish I had but one small grain of talent
To do her work justice in my words
But I thank her for giving me the inspiration
To raise my quill from the ink
And decorate the parchment one more time
- Ode to the Poetess - October 2, 2024
