A Poet Me?

Poem By Antoinette Padua

Who would have thought
I put my toe in the water
And now am bought
By poets comments true or not
No doubt be cast on true poets' hearts
Mind you they are real poets and smart
Alive and well not under the hearth
The warm earth's soil is
Still, dotted and crossed
By butterfly wings and
Bathtubs to drown
By mountains that fly
Some jump in the grave
To stop one dying by his lovely song.....
Now see what you've done
In your PoemHunt -
You've pulled out a plug
Now suffer I from poetic bug.

Comments about A Poet Me?

he warm earth's soil is Still, dotted and crossed By butterfly wings....fine expressions...... reflections that reveal your own surprises of being a poetess.. thank you. i smiled as i read your poem. tony

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