A song, an ode or
a verse free flowing
A sentiment, an yearning
or a thirst unquneching
Few would read
fewer would recite,
fewer still care to feel it
An urchin waiting a cuddle
Gossamer as a butterfly
fleeting about
flower to flower
A bumble bee intrusive
not letting you forget
she's sharing with you
her time and space
A wayward emotion
fighting the straight-jacket
of expression verbose
Or a lost sigh filling
you with bliss
for no reason obvious
Answers to questions
that remain unasked
To gnaw at your sleep
a sweaty nightmare
A free bird
done with the skies
A brook playful
in no haste yet hurtling
A convenient inconvenience
A cure for life
or just a way to be wrong always
in a way very right
Whatever it is
or may mean to any
Futile I find it
to understand poetry
as much as life
You only live it.
For what it is.
And ain't.
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