Is it what I write,
Don’t doubt it though I might,
Rhyming is seeing a light,
Is rhyming second sight…?
Writing how I do poetize,
Verse just so many lies,
Seen by reflection in the eyes,
Of the poets ability do you of him despise…?
Or is poetry each writers own,
The poets cover is then blown,
Writes his best when he is alone,
Writing about things from the unknown…?
© ed ~ 5/3/10
Newfie hugs, Rose
Ron
And mind
Has preference to that writ
From behind
Tho all is fair
The truth be known
Your cover was long ago
Blown:-)Patrick
fee
Peace,
Dayvid