how poetry found me again
it began in darkness
blue glass beads found
in an antique chair…
shinnering in lamp-light
a poem in my hand
deep inside
blue glass…
magic
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This poem drew me in with the title and then to the blueness,
“A poem in my hand” just waiting for you to claim it.
Great title and magical tone!
Are you a found poem? We are lucky poetry came to your rescue!