My Method Poem by Elizabeth Shield

So see the poetry and shine
Your words make you as bright as stars
About you is a graceful air
While concentration fills your face
Seeking though, and never finding
Your letters fill your waking hours
When graceful eyelashes meet your cheeks
To slumber you give in again
With soft hands curled around your face
And bitten fingers loosely clenched
Sighing softly, the words are there
Still sparkling in your unconscious
Painting a lovely picture of
The one you love most, or writing
Words of truth for your eyes alone
Your stuttering attempts to share
Are easily misunderstood
Your soul shines out beneath your words
Like bright rays of the glinting sun
Cresting over the green welsh hills
Kissing the dewy pasture grass
And running along the fencepost.
Glowing like a firefly in summer
Floating on the breeze, words hold you,
Words carry you and drop you down,
Into a hidden copse, where fears
And dreams are realized, where words
Flow freely, and reality
Is far away enough to be
A distant memory in your mind
You go there, and in the quiet
You sit there, in the warm silence
There is where, forever after,
you make art