She Writes A Poem
Heart in hand emotions think
Appropriately pen of red ink
Her thoughts
Fragments
Segments
Caught
Like morning dew upon a
spider’s web
Fragilely swaying
In the gentle breeze
Spider nervously twitching all
eight legs
A reader a rat in the maze
The provolone of imagery
The cheddar of symbolism
The Muenster of mystery
As the reader meanders
Through tricky turns
Dead end after dead end
Never to comprehend
The cryptic meaning
In between
The scribbled lines
But alas all is fine
Such is the curse
Of free verse
Tell me words of wisdom
Show me a magical kingdom
I want to connect
To unite
To know in confidence
I am not alone in the night
A watchman
Waiting for dawn
The faintest ray
Of the new day
But alas
Black clouds of obscurity
pass
She writes a poem
In body and mind
And I am being kind
