Just returned from an outstanding presentation on the life and works of
Edgar Allen Poe...
Edgar Allen Poe...
and as I was driving home... a smile and these words...
many stories of Edgar Allen Poe be they told
he with words pithy, in poems and mysteries bold
one of many moods and emotions beyond conceal
his legendary Raven with illusion so real
pain and quest held line by line
words and impressions the spoils of time.
Reflections from a Poet Laureate...
Begetting Treasure
the garden will be attended to and the weeds will grow
the rooms will be put in order and the clutter soon to show
the bills will be paid and more due to come
what is completed will again call to be done
but when a poem I come to write all is complete and shall ever BE
words a Birth Eternal granted unto you unto me
the garden, the rooms, the bills and indeed poetic pleasure
words, words, each its own ever present begetting treasure
a poet laureate, I am in designation named
within THE MUSE entreats a word and so its poetic claim.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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