Poetry: Language's Sweet Mystery

It  is the sound of your heart as it beats to be heard

It is the rhythm that speaks as quiet as the mocking  bird

it can be loud or soft; tart or sweet

reconnecting the dots with the pen as your feet

Poetry; language's sweet mystery

the funny way of words to make my many dreams

to place my feelings on life's soft paper

only to be relieved by language's silent savior

poetry; as beautiful as a blooming flower

is as calm, wild, or serene as its writer

as wild as you make, the silence you break it

it is poetry; it is your mystery

dictionaries and thesauruses aren't much use to you

because you are the master of creating whats true

you trace a path of your own design

making melodies with words that magically come to rhyme

it is your puppet and you are the puppeteer

creating the art that many hold near

through the fluid slur of words

you paint your picture to let your story be heard

             -Malani A. Gibson