Poetry is a spark
That lights up the subliminal dark
It is the Muse
That deciphers the news
That spreads these hues
Of inspiration, of soothing sensation
To all mind, to all heart
And then we find a rainbow everywhere
Spectrum everywhere,
Symphonies and sonatas everywhere!!!!!!!
Poetry comes like a channeled ray
A beam of continuous light
Like the sweet rose of May
And it touches every soul
Soothes every mind
Chords in every heart
As if to quietly say
“Keep well and think your own way.”
But it doesn’t come that natural
Takes you aside from the rest, leave you insane
I feel like an incongnitious child once again
The same old spectacled boy lost in singleton passion,
While boys of my age, fiddled with cricketing bats
Kicked football, rattled the feathers….
And me, myself lost in the chronicles of imagination
As I endlessly scribbled these words with my pen
So much fun there is
In this mad chase for words,
Words that should rhyme
Words that strike a new chime,
And be somewhat mine,
Of my ever fleeting fancy,
As well as a bouncy
Way of wheeling away time!!!!!!
