WHY POETRY?

Sometimes I feel I must write poetry

Sing of something I know or want to know.

I’m never sure of what drives as I write

Gibberish, at least some of it, seems to me.

Yet, when I happen to express something well,

My heart expands in joy at the words I see.

To be able to write so it affects

The heart, the soul or the mind?

That’s a goal I set for myself.

If I can reach that goal, I will feel

As if my life has been successful.

One subject for poems, love between people

Not just lovers (men and women), there’s also

I loved my Mom so much, that just

Thinking of her made me feel really good.

My Dad?  Well, he was so rough and hard.

Yet even to myself, I admit

That I loved him, also.

My brothers?  I guess so, and

My four sisters, a little easier

To say I loved them and even their kids.

I probably loved a few of my friends, too.

At least the ones to whom I told some secrets.

If any of this constitutes a poem,

I hope you like it well enough to save.