What Is A Poem?
It flows from the heart,
in gushes of raw,
irregular
rough,
with edges all sharp!
When the mood is all happy
and dances in sun,
it shimmers with laughter
with a rhythmical run!
Sometimes in the blackness,
when alone and in pain,
it shivers out angry
and punches insane!
When the heart is full silly
and topping with tease,
it crunches out nonsense
with wonderful ease!
Then again when the rhythm
has faltered and died,
the poem loses flowing
and stumbles!
Joy Weare.
7th March. 2006.
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