Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By Sheila Henry

How can I ever be a poet
when destiny has not yet
knocked at my door!
Muses show up daily, tho, asking
“What you gonna pen today slacker?”
Sounds muffled by cobwebs blocking my mind
only blankness appears on the page
invisible are my words.

I don’t know much about Poetry,
so I’ve channelled the greats.
Seeking wisdom of the past,
I asked Rumi
who spun mystic words
like tops
and playing marbles.
He weaved wise words
that crossed centuries
to show me the way.

I don’t know much about Poetry,
but the time will come when
I’ll blend words rich and profound
about nature, kindness and lovelorn
with epic verses, I’ll move souls.
A Maya Angelou I’m not
“When great trees fall”
already sung.
Perhaps destiny will soon knock at my door
with a familiar query I’ve heard before
“So, what you gonna pen today slacker?”
and I’ll be ready blank pages now filled
even without knowing Poetry.


Sheila was born in Trinidad. She migrated to the United States in the summer of 1969. Though she never took a Poetry class, her passion for Poetry compelled her to a prolific self scholarship. Perhaps it is the reason her writing style can best be categorized as Visual Poetry, blending emotion and vision into a poem of color. Her poems are featured at Spillwords Publications and  Sweety Cat Youtube Poetica series.


  1. This is a beautiful poem. I felt like I was on a journey travelling from the poet’s mind to the other worlds and stopping by the woods- belonging to Rumi amd Angelou. Very refreshing.

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