Poetry, a Beauty

Published in Main Street Rag (Spring 2023)

 

 

Poetry in the air, in the dirt and bug,

in the butterfly’s alluring dress,

in the little squirming worm and slug,

in the old shoes and all the mess,

in the fabric, under the rug.

One rhyme the more, one word the less.

 

The praise or blame, sets the stage.

All the treatise, debate and outcry

ordain the conclusion; calm or rage.

Reasoning, thesis; drivel and pry,

confine the thought like a bird in the cage, 

poetry liberates the bird into the sky.

 

Like skylarks fly, or nightingales sing,

blue, gray, dusky clouds above the sea,

dance with storm, bite and sting,

spread the words with prayer and plea,

pollinate the flowers on every wing;

sows the seeds, sets the birds free.