Youth – love and laughter
Prime – adventure, love and laughter
Senescence – rest, reflection, love and laughter
My Mystery Poet
(all of the above)
She laughs in the face of aging,
learns, loves, listens,
dances with words,
caresses fabrics, colors, textures,
brings nature into our lives
as she walks the beauty of her chosen land.
Is there a form she hasn’t tried?
A phrase she hasn’t savored?
A friend she hasn’t reached out to?
If I could fly, I’d cross the pond
to share a cup of tea,
to drink deeply
de la joie de VIVre.
I wasn’t going to join in this prompt offered by Abhra at dVerse Poetics, but I succumbed. This is supposed to be about a poet we admire and keep a mystery. Did I cross the line? Hard not to.