breath timed to
passing clouds
inhale
exhale
where
my poetry lies
tucked neatly within
each exhalation
rising as my chest
falls
close my eyes
words dance
upon
my eyelids
exhale
inhale
i watch the show
each gyration a
new configuration
images flow
this is where
my poetry hides
inhale
exhale
each discovery
a new fantasy
every verse
a new creation
molded first
in mind
formed by
hand
exhale
inhale
here
i am
fearfree living 
a meditation in poem form – lovely
Yes. That’s exactly the feeling I was going for. Thank you.
Wanda, this poem gives me such a feeling of peace. The occasional rhyme is very effective, too. Thank you. xoA
As a poet you can sometimes fall into rhyming unconsciously which may cheapen your meaning. It’s a tough balance, a dance really to establish a rhythm without a rhyme.