Poetry Renaissance
“Read something,” the director invited.
New at the artist and writers retreat,
I became hesitant but excited.
What to read? I would not admit defeat.
But would my novel’s excerpt be a treat?
Perhaps a poem—I’ve written just a few.
So at last that is what I chose to do.
I was shocked at the positive response.
The poetic muse stuck to me like glue.
That started my poetry renaissance.
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