Where does your imagination take you? Do you swim under the ocean and frolic with Sea Sprites? Perhaps you have visited Atlantis,
or maybe you've had close encounters of the "irrefutable" kind. Can you gaze into heavens and comprehend the reason that each
star has been given it's own name? Do you hear Ethereal voices on the wind, so sweet that it makes you sigh? Can you hear the voice
of The Almighty when you hear the thunder roar or the lightening crash? Do you set your musing, contemplation, and proficiency to
paper with a quill? I do all these things and more. Indeed, Poetry is a Divinely bestowed gift, fashioned to grasp the listener or beholder ---
and to render one spellbound. However, Poetry is also a state of being , and a Poet is a wonder in itself, not necessarily made of words.
Poetry just ~IS ~ Imagination is the key to all things. This is the reason my award is given as an award for Poetic Genus.
Perchance you are a Poet and I would love to sojourn with you and examine your thoughts and creations. I hope to find that your
conceptions are as unbridled and free as a wayward gale. . . . Quite possibly, we are Kindred Spirits. Where do you abide that I may visit?
Thoughtfully yours, ~ * The Midnight Writer * ~