All alone as
bits of beautiful
cadences cheerfully chime,
I'm doubtful daily of
easy elegance and
fearful of facing
great groups of
helpful hearers
itching idly to
jest and jeer.

Do I know whether to keep the
letters that lurk like a little
message? Are they merely meaning to
obstruct, or to offer openly
peerless prose?

Quietly questing,
I rest and read.
Soon I sit silently,
taking time to talk as you
urge me to uphold my utterances..

I view vivid verses,
while wondering whether to
xxx them out
or yield up what I yearn,
with zestful zeal,
to write.

I love the alphabetic alliteration! That's really cool, and not at all external; it works internally, intrinsically and naturally.

I also love how you keep growing, probing, exploring, exercising, adventuring. This is a poem I want to read again and again, for after the grace of the alphabetic alliteration is absorbed, there are other layers and levels of wonder to be adventured.

Keep going and growing, dear Misty; you fascinate the reader as you fly, inspiring us to take wing too.

The more I read of your poetry, the better I like it, and the more impressed I am; you have that salutary effect which the best poets have of inspiring the reader to exercise too, to take up the pen and try to fly as well.

I would say "Happy Landings," but I don't want you to come down; stay up there and fly as high as you can, and I will do the same.

Congratulations on your explorations, cheers and love,

+Stevie