Please, do not clip my poetic wings of flight! It is quite obvious to those who can truly conceive, I know absolutely nothing about the poetic art form of poetry. I just happen to type the words of my poem as they just come to me. I have been rightly accused of composing weak conversational poetry. Consisting of poor imagery. The poetic call is clarion, I failed to incorporate comparisons. I may not know the correct format to write proper poetry you can plainly see. Just do not clip my poetic wings of flight! Why should I let it keep me awake night after night! Do I lose any sleep, by counting endless white fluffy sheep? Of course not! The problems I face each and every day, will someday not even be remembered by me. Until the eventful day does arise, when I ascend into heaven's lofty heights: My poetry will continue! I will have arrived! Because the wonderful world of poetry is alive! Love as always! Roxanne Lea Dubarry aka: Roxy54/ October Country November 4, 2016 I