If only I could write as she
touching the very heart of thee...
drawing poets in with every word.
She writes with the carelessness
of water flowing from a fall that
spirals down to a distant cool blue pool.
If only I could write as she
tugging at the senses of thee...
adoring readers flocking to her visions.
She pens with a quill and a giant vat
of violet ink that ebbs and swells
calligraphy onto a compact yellow pad.
As she were, could I also be, and share as she?
I Could Convey a truth filled message that
'I have loved hours at Sea' or how 'A prayer'
to which one can ponder brings peace...
I could share the song ones heart sings 'Only in Sleep'
and Yes, 'The dreams of my heart' and hers
grow fonder 'Alone' and 'At Sea.'
(April 10th,2007-Tribute to Sarah Teasdale 1884-1933)
Shelley L Baxter Stanley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-she-were-could-i-also-be-and-share-as-she/
