What is a poem?
These lyrical little glimpses oflife,
Snippets from the window of one'ssoul;
A tiny picture framed in rhyme,
Formed by words as they unfold.
'Come, let me show, let me demonstrate',
Pleads the poet's gentle sigh.
'Let my words paint a landscape oflife,
Of the sun and stars, moon and sky.'
Quickly the words leap out from thepage
Flowing swiftly like watersdownstream;
Painting a portrait of metaphor,
Creating a world filled with wonderfuldreams.
Finding our souls with a measure sosure
That the truth of it cuts like aknife.
Leaving us wondering who stole ourtale
In a glimpse from the window of life.