Wonderful words in pure rhythm and rhyme,
that dance with the muse in motion sublime.
Just like when musical cords intersperse,
so too does the page of poetry verse.
Both forms make a place for souls to immerse.

Poets paint portraits with wonderful words
of beauty, as in the flowers and birds,
or the mountains, oceans, gardens, or trees,
about rainstorms, or a heavenly breeze.
Either it's written with tension, or ease.

The poem is a means for poets to share
the essence of things about which they care.
Often releasing quite strong emotions,
as others convey fanciful notions,
even inspire religious devotions.

Minding my muse seems so natural to me.
There's never a day without poetry.
Its absence would become awfully absurd.
We need places where emotions are stirred,
Poetry brings forth wonders of the word.