No Minimalist (when it comes to poetry)

  Today's poem-a-day prompt from Robert Lee Brewer @ Writer's Digest

For today's prompt, write a minimum poem. 

“Enough is as good as a feast.”

— Thomas Malory

Black coffee, wake-up call's delight

Feet touch down; glorious

So many mercies to ignite

Poetic impetus

From winter's drab, depleted vaults

To buds bursting with pink 

From zephyrs turning somersaults

Ten thousand ballads wink 

Heaven and earth's fullness implores

Poetic ecstasy

Each breath drawn from a sea that roars

With unpenned poetry 

Human nature, predictable

Would drive us dearly mad

Without Poetic Canticle

To keep us kindly glad  

Creation pulses, poem-kissed,

Thus, I can never be

An organized minimalist

Regarding poetry

As soon as I awake, it seems

To be my lovely lot

To troll a tugging tide, that teems

With poems yet to jot

A crimson rose, a freckled nose

The tireless march of time

Dusk's diamond-studded curtain-close

Beckon for lilt and rhyme 

A hand to hold while growing old

A lake, mantled in mist

A pansy, purple, white and gold

Poem cannot resist

'Enough is as good as a feast' 

Is good enough for me

Unless this includes an increased

Poem-frugality 

Janet Martin

My poetry book collection used to be contained in one cupboard,

but no longer...because a good poem book I simply cannot resist😅😏