Written by blossom666 Poetry is my Mother tongue. The ancient language of my soul. Karen Hayward (c)2017 Image and words. Advertisements Share this:TwitterPinterestFacebookGoogleRedditTumblrPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related 3 thoughts on “” WIsh I knew a little poetry. The language that my soul Sceams to speak Or perhaps sing. Reply You are a writer therefore you are a poet 😁😁😁😁 have a great day Reply I wish I was a writer. I still have to get there. So, not close to poet yet. Have a great day yourself. 😁 Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.