I am a verser, a rhymer

I believed I am

I considered myself one heck of a verser

But to be one

You have to be a word-miller

At any given instance, situation.

I am not that, I mean, dictionary-wizard, apparently

I could create several poems, verses, rhymes

IF I AM EMOTIONALLY CHARGED.

I could do, at the least, 3 poems simultaneously

If-I-am-emotionally-charged.

Sad, yes. Melancholic, more so

A heartbreak, oh me oh my, a hundred?

Kidding….

Joyous? Wow, what a beautiful world!

Elated? Incredibly eloquent!

And Ecstatic? Simply unbelievable…

So, disembarking from the high horse of

recent events

I am humbly re-introducing myself

trying to be a verser, a poetess

With or without the drama

I am trying to be one hell of a verser, a poetess, a rhymer

I am now you know..in the midst of a tearjerker..

getting there…