Poetry

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.

My Window

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.

Abraham Lincoln