What Is A Poem
Dedicated to National Poetry Month
What is a poem
But a four lettered word
Structured just so
By the poets of the world
What is a poem
But a beckoning mistress
Calling and calling
To write words of distress
What is a poem
But an Ode to loves joy
Uplifting thusly to its mountain top
Or dissolving our foundation to let us drop
What is a poem
But an unstructured sonnet
Beckoning young women
To loosen their bonnets
What is a poem
But a peculiar Haiku
Completely confusing
To the likes of me and you
What is a poem
But a tangle of lies
It’s web can bring pain
Or hold our souls when we cry.
About the Creator
Gypsie (Ami) Offenbacher-Ferris
Gypsie is a nickname given to me years ago. I love to travel, do not stay in one place very long and I’m a long-winded storyteller/author.
I have two grown children and one grandson whom I love “to the sun and back a million times!”
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