Pondering Poetry
Being a bard it can be hard
To say what poetry is
But the readers eyes do not disguise
If he or she thinks its not… or is!
The readers they are fickle folk
When they have had you read
Quite soon by fans are like friends forgot
Forsaken for new instead…
But for those few hours together
Like between the sheets are the lovers
Attentive embrace, a meeting of two souls
On the pages between the covers!