The expectation of the audience
the rhythm of the dance
The color of your hair
or your flavor of romance
The books you like to read
or the painting on the wall
Is really who you are
but some read that not at all.
Your thoughts are your highway
they travel to where you have been
Creating branches with people
enemies and also friends
For no matter where you go
the threads are sown in place
The words that you deliver
is the flavor of your face.
Some people deliver smiles
while others create frowns
Some shovel up laughter
then serious to compound
They deal in doom and gloom
for when they read out loud
They empty out the room
silencing the listening crowd.
So write your words of poetry
paint your pictures clear
For though you have written words
your picture will be thoughtful mirror.