Every word is a distinct shape tone,
Displaying into the mind a certain mood.
The courtship of sound and meaning is wooed;
Shrinking through the thinking process, finely honed.
Making its interpretation unique, alone.
So, the poet spews forth thought into the air!
Flinging the mind into rhythm and rhyme.
Though mental grind churns the feeling mind,
Masking innuendo inside each line,
Showing fancy & flair, secluding meaning's care.
I am a poet; I blend my soul with words!
I express my being with language's whim,
Pouring forth emotions to feeling's brim,
Individual impressions from within are heard,
POETRY!!!!!!!!- to be absorbed, blended and blurred.