By The Window Light

Rhyming Poetry

Curled up on a chair,

pen positioned in my hand,

always at the ready,

should thought begin to demand.

Paper, crisp, white,

lines waiting to be filled.

Life-blood of a poet,

from ideas distilled.

A favorite place to go,

when artist needs to write-

curled up on a chair,

by the window light.

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this was good i liked it alot