To your passionate plea;
Some words of bold nature
With textures to please
Like . . .
Bath oil for fine billows
That breaking soft, speaks;
Soft, satin pillows
To caress anxious cheeks,
To a light ever low
As the night call sings;
Rhythms poets know
Stir restful sleep, brings
Peace.
Let words always be there
When the need announces;
A poem brushing care
On the readers it touches!
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
This poem was inspired as an answer to Jan H.'s wonderful poem, Free Poetry Words. Thank you, Jan.


Comments: 18
I appreciate that, Gorgeous Gabby.
Thank you, Sandra.