I dream

 I dream

I dream in iambic I mumble in verse for Will was my teacher and Em was my nurse. My quill dips in fountains of eloquent ink and beautiful etchings for Poe was my shrink. I farmed with my Tennyson planting the seed, I studied my Cummings (old e.e.), indeed … “anyone lived” is a poetry force… and as for my Kipling, I’ve kipled, of course. I’ve mingled and mangled with many a bard, I will be a poet it can’t be that hard. ~ Dean Neighbors ~