My Poetry By Nicola Pett

My Poetry

My poetry follows neither reason nor rhyme,
it comes in its season, chooses its time
and whether the poem completes, it decides,
it shuns to be patterned, it’s unlike the tides.

But just like the moon, it waxes and wanes,
though not on a schedule, it often refrains,
As the pull of everyday life’s gravity 
draws my attention, commands my psyche.

But on the occasion, the rhythm returns,
thoughts shaken, then sifted, ideas churned,
the joy in the ink, inscribing verse down,
inspires and sustains me, on the page, I am found. 

Nicola Pett teaches English and Literature in Far Northern Queensland, Australia.