Poetry, that elusive spark of thought,
Awakens within me a torrent of words,
Not mere syllables in patterns wrought,
But echoes of truths, where emotion girds.

It blooms when feelings stir deep inside,
A switch flipped on by what I can't conceal,
From the heart's recesses, where they reside,
The poet's pen finds what is real.

In verses spun from life's tangled thread,
I capture fleeting moments, swift and bright,
Through poetry's lens, where all is said,
In rhythms that dance, in words that ignite.

For in this realm of ink and rhyme,
I weave my joys, my sorrows, my delight,
A poet's journey through space and time,
A tapestry woven in shadows and light.

© Mikhail