“You can write poetry too”

So said my friend of too few years

I dared not believe him

How could I believe?

The written word

In a poetic form

I never dared to write

To venture forth my thoughts

For all to see on paper

Yet I dared to try

To cross into a new frontier

From vague ideas

Clear thoughts came into view

Together with my dreams they danced

In words and rhythms across the page

Disbelief fled from my sight

Poetry, the form of art

I had never tried

Now my love and sweet companion

So I hope for the rest of my life