Poetree

In the oasis of my mind

 sowed a seed of verse

Nowadays I harvest poetry.

Poetry is what I try in trying times.

Sometimes it happens in an instant

Insistent I am, along with being persistent

It pays dividends when fruit ripens. 

Maturity occurs with age, in life when one turns a page

In the book, I brook no dissent

It is about the freedom to write

Right or wrong it doesn't matter

What matters is giving vent to words

For thoughts to mutate, it's never too late. 

No appointment to be kept

I let poetry grow, without which life can get bereft.