In Hot Pursuit


She is always in hot pursuit of a poem to write
Silent words speak, thoughts take flight.

When her imagination runs riot
She loses her feelings of disquiet.

She does not seek friend, foe or gobbledygook 
She seeks only her pen and scribbled handbook.

She can sit forever by the gurgling brook
Sometimes,  she takes her place by the inglenook.

She seeks not hope, wealth or love
She cherishes nature and the warm sky above.

Poetry is the light that she can read
Splash of blue to golden to knock Em dead.

Her healing is found in these offerings 
When a verse is inked, know that her soul is flying.

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