Grounded

Writing a poem keeps me grounded;

It’s what I accomplish each day.

With stimuli I am surrounded,

Providing so much I can say.

 

Responding to Nature’s inspiring

As well as the news that that I read,

For what in the world is transpiring

Often gives me the push that I need.

 

My family and friends keep me going,

The grandkids a source of delight,

Supplying me, as they are growing,

With endless incentives to write.

 

But mostly, my poems are revealing

Of sentiments trapped in my brain,

Which, written in rhyme, tap each feeling

I otherwise couldn’t explain.