Miss Poetry

E. P. J.

E. P. J. – a cousin – forth removed, of mine,

who lived in long-ago days – a different time –

who created a world for herself, beginning with rhyme

that took her from the obscure and into places sublime.

 

E. P. J., was a woman – before her time – with many a hue.

E. P. J., was once, a woman many, many thousands knew.

E. P. J., today, is known by very, very few.

E. P. Js., spirit – in March of 1913 – took wing and flew

to a world / plane beyond the lonely hours, the excruciating pain.

To a world beyond – to the Happy Hunting Ground – to gain

greater insight and freedom from a life filled with the strain

of adventures lost, enlightenment for many, a heart filled with rain

as she cries – within – for all the losses, only memories remain

to tell us of a woman who was far ahead of her time.

 

Now told to us in prose, in biographies, in rhyme.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

February 13^th 2006