Is Jan a poet?
I have never really talked about my poetry. Most likely, due to the fact, I have limited experience with this form of art.
For what it is worth, I would like to share one of them with you. I welcome your honest opinions on my attempt to mesmerize you with choreographed words. Published years ago I still remember writing these words as I sat looking out the window in an insightful mood.
The morning sun kisses my window.
The day has begun. Am I ready?
Can I meet the challenge?
With a prayer in my soul and
love in my heart,
I embrace the day with a smile.
The moonlight caresses my window.
The day is done. I am pleased!
God has granted me the day and the
warmth of love.
I shall thank Him before I sleep.
With his favor, I shall see the sun kiss my window again.
I wonder now if I have the mystique that surrounds so many poets whose words to take flight. Maybe I should stick to fiction composition and leave the poetry to the wordsmiths.
All I can say in closing would be in the form of another graceful thought; however, it is not my inspiration.
A man can be just about as happy as he makes up his mind to be.