I. Poetry


Poetry is art
Poetry is photography
Poetry's a visual
You don't need eyes to see
Poetry paints word pictures
Of life's rhapsody's

Poetry is music
Poetry is words
Set to melodies
Words that are put in motion
Set floating on a breeze

Poetry's music,
Waiting to be sung
Poetry is music waiting
To be played
Poetry is words
Dancing all around
Poetry's notes being sung
Without making a sound

It's words sometimes
Do a slow dance to a sad
Mournful tune
Then at other times they
Get so excited that they
Leap into the air, where they spin
And they twirl like a graceful ballet

Or sometime they just do a dance
More mundane
They get all dressed up to dance
To a sweet, old fashioned Minuet

Poetry's most versatile,
Variety is her middle name
She's a moody lady
She play her own game

Sometimes she has a cozy party
With just a few guest words or two
Other times she's throw a barn dance
And invite the whole dictionary too


II. Rhyme or Reason

Sometimes I think I would like to understand
The mystery of a the poet's muse
The How and Why of Why
Which causes a poet to be so blessed

Why it is that a poet can sometimes
Sleep well all night long
To awaken to find poetic lines
Flowing from their mind

Then other times we have to leave our beds
Just as we want to fall asleep
We must rise to go and write
A line that's running through our head
Or else toss and turn all night
Haunted by a verse

The mystery of the poet's muse
Perhaps we'll never understand
The rhyme or reason
So we will resolve to be content
With just knowing
That we have been both blessed and cursed
By a mind that spills poetic verse

I can't live without,
Him I can't live with him the,
Story of my muse.