No Minimalist (when it comes to poetry)

For today's prompt, write a minimum poem. “Enough is as good as a feast.”— Black coffee, wake-up call's delightFeet touch down; gloriousSo many mercies to ignitePoetic impetus From winter's drab, depleted vaultsTo buds bursting with pink From zephyrs turning somersaultsTen thousand ballads wink Heaven and earth's fullness imploresPoetic ecstasyEach breath drawn from a sea that roarsWith unpenned poetry Human nature, predictableWould drive us dearly madWithout Poetic CanticleTo keep us kindly glad Creation pulses, poem-kissed,Thus, I can never beAn organized minimalistRegarding poetry As soon as I awake, it seemsTo be my lovely lotTo troll a tugging tide, that teemsWith poems yet to jot A crimson rose, a freckled noseThe tireless march of timeDusk's diamond-studded curtain-closeBeckon for lilt and rhyme A hand to hold while growing oldA lake, mantled in mistA pansy, purple, white and goldPoem cannot resist 'Enough is as good as a feast' Is good enough for meUnless this includes an increasedPoem-frugality Janet Martin My poetry book collection used to be contained in one cupboard,but no longer...because a good poem book I simply cannot resist😅😏