Magic Reapers

I can tell you I spend my days talking to the singing birds or
conversing with my little dog, who understands every word


My neighbors know nothing of me or what’s churning in my heart
I doubt they know my name, much less my poetic arts


When you say to someone ‘I’m a poet’, they look at you and stare
as if you are an abstract human with horns and flaming hair


And so I have no words to say, because I know there’s little use
unless you are a passionate writer, you have no heavenly clue


So a toast to all my comrade poets, my artistic moon dreamers
who soar among celestial stars for we are the magic reapers

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and on her Amazon Author Page

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