The Greats Toil For Their Poems

(poetry in progress) slyvia looks for words to fit into her imagination and calling of her art as inspiration carries her in a carriage to her shangrila, poetic land in the thesaurus she finds her compass to her destiny she plucks the ears of her pedigree horses so sure that they would gallop her to her promised land of charms, away from the tempest of torments enveloping her so artful, so apt, her work is rescued by her toil, an armada of gold blown asunder only to be steered to the right path and harbour a lady fated for her art