That Sets a Poem Apart

Words can say anything

That spills from the heart

But oh, it’s what it makes us feel

That sets a poem apart

…from regular ramble

Of shaped Abc’s

A poem is an ocean

Caught on a breeze

Rush of hurricane

Without a sound

Thunder of teardrop

Crushing the ground

It’s childhood revisited

It’s sweet coming home

It’s loss, love and longing

Wrapped up in a poem

It’s a hug when we’re lonely

Its beauty on air

It’s ‘hello, my Darling’

And ‘don’t touch me there’

Want turns to wonder

And wonder halts time

As heartache and hunger

Are quaffed in its rhyme

For words can paint pictures

In mind-numbing art

But oh, it’s what it makes us feel

That sets a poem apart

© Janet Martin