A Poem


A poem can be a rhyme, or not,
A collection of words on a passing thought
A poem can be lines of love
Smooth as cream, tame as a dove.
Anger, adventure, a deep lament;
Poetry is so the poet can vent
And send his feelings through words a-wing
Across the pages and through the ages
To show us the magic words can bring.  

(Oy, so my poetry is suffering a smidge for lack of many things.  But I think I am doing pretty good on the fly.  Most of these are just bits and rhymes that I will eventually put into longer poems that will make more sense when I work them over.  That is the joy of words; you can mold and model them to fit like lumps of clay.)

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