Waking to the noise of thoughts,

Sleepless though they be.

Piecing them together

Is the job made for me.

I'm not the master of words,

Leaving my poetry quite simple.

The thought can be complex,

If the reader breaks the pimple.

I am surprised at times

At the comments I receive.

Each reader sees a different picture

Than the one I perceive.

That's the fun of poetry,

Reading between the lines.

No comment is wrong;

The reader is right to define.