A robin being a robin

A flower without a care

A person who just is

For no reason just there

Inspiring the creator

Making sense of it all

Touching me with depths

Religions and their traps

Have never found

A bug who just bites

For the blood of it all

A sun slowly falling in the fall

Making rhymes in the ripples

Of the ever changing sea

Letting me find the relentless parts

In this thing I call me

© Glenda Higgins

Excerpt from the book “Poetry in Motion”

$11.95 Plus Shipping ~ Available at CTU Publishing Group and Amazon.com

About the Author 

Glenda spent her early work in libraries – ten years in various positions, including cataloguing, which launched her on a favorite pastime of reading everything under the sun.

 Her start as a poet surprised her. She took a poetry-writing course. Two hundred poems wrote themselves in a…