March gone, I return April washed, ready
For writing once more, my exciting dreams
Needing a pen nudge me, with steady
Muse again daily, poetic scheming
Of verse is now a prime motive, romantic
New thoughts jostle for space as they line up
For lines. Gyrating inside pedanticly,
Metres emerge as desire becomes sated
And verses are birthed. So friends I appear
Among you again refreshed and rested,
Heart full of thanks for your care, I feel clear
And eager to write, - at least, trying my best.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april-washed/
