My Poetry. The Bloggers Scroll.

A blank page gleams, a cursor blinks and waits,
A world unseen behind digital gates.
The blogger sits, with thoughts a busy hum,
What tale, what wisdom, will today become?

A keyboard clacks, a rhythm starts to flow,
From mind to screen, the silent ideas grow.
On politics, on pets, on life’s sweet art,
A piece of self, a generous, open heart.

With tags and links, a picture, sharp and bright,
To draw the eye, and hold it in the light.
A post is born, with words carefully spun,
A digital journey, freshly begun.

Then hit ‘publish,’ a breath held, then released,
Into the vast, online, buzzing beast.
A comment pops, a share, a kind embrace,
Connecting souls across time and space.

From simple thoughts to passions deep and wide,
A voice is found, where honest truths reside.
The blogger’s scroll, a thread in woven mesh,
A living canvas, always new and fresh.

We all love Blogging, thats what we do, we love to share our stuff, there are millions of blogs and the choice is never ending, its a community of friends.