The Writing of Poems

by Maria Voelker
(Wales, UK)

I like to sit here, on my own

where I can write, my little poem;

The pen is sharp, the paper crisp

the words arrive, without a lisp;

Coffee pot, and tea bags ready

a choice of drink, will keep me steady;

And so I sit here, in my kitchen

thinking about, the next line itching;

I write it down, and read in wonder

what I have written, after ponder;

And so these poems, are created

for in my mind, so long awaited;

I write it down, for you to read

to share my thinking, without heed;

One might think, this is my creation

I Thank the Lord, for divine inspiration