Morning Chrysalis Poem by Panagiota Romios

Each day the sunrise voice whispers softly:
"Panagiota, reach for your pen! "
I huddle under plaid winter covers,
just wishing this voice would hush.
Are their no soul plugs for our souls?

My creaking bones want to sleep but my heart
whispers, "Oh, no! "
So, I give into these craven feelings to write.
Hobble to my sweet kitchen, with my body in
resistance, and get my French coffee so...

I can write, is about all I can do, my eye strength
and very slow typing prevent me from commenting
to my sweet friends, Do not think... I am ignoring you.
I have goals, as you, and post regularly.
That is, if well I can see.

A much better poetess, I desire to become.
So learning classical poetry is my goal.
This will take time. Please bear with my soul?

Love and forbearance for all, be our goals.
May Angels inspire you and your
God guide you!

         Love, Panagiota
          11-28-2020