Poetry

Poetry


So you expect fluff,

Or words rhyming,

Like bells chiming,

When someone says poetry,

But it isn’t always that way,

For poetry is a mirror,

Upon our soul,

A reflection of both beauty,

And the awe inspiring,

But even that,

Is a poor description of poetry,

Which is the vain attempt,

To capture the flame,

Of passion,

And reduce it to words!

© 2010 Vic Jones