Written by Joyce Greene
3/18/08

Eliot's images made me shiver,
Scuttling claws and yellow fogs.
Hopkins' beauty made my heart soar,
Daylight's dauphin and dappled things.
Poets' songs were the music of my dreams.

At Syracuse U, some time ago,
I met my true love in Lit class.
Soon came marriage and a baby,
But we shared no happy ending,
My Prince vanished and stole my songs.

Money now became my passion.
All those accounts that must be balanced,
All those problems that must be solved.
Few thoughts left for dear J. Alfred,
I had become a hollow man.

Then one day the fog lifted,
I discovered the Poetry blog,
Where even fledgling poets,
Feel inspired to sing their songs.
The poetic spirit is reborn.