Poetry...A Craft

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

A craft,
Much like that
Of a mason laying bricks.
Each word selected...
Has to be placed,
On a foundation suitable
That's right...
And making a nice, tight fit.
If a piece is out of kilter,
It is spotted (snaps fingers) quick.
Much like building a home,
To match the scenery where it sits!
Appealing to the eye,
But surprisingly comfortable
For those who did not come to stay!
Believing they came briefly to visit...
And then turn away!
Not when poetry is done to convey,
What it offers to the mind
In a unique and special way!

Comments about Poetry...A Craft

Nice advice Lawrence, I especially like the snap fingers quick....and what it offers to the mind. Mind building, mind bending. All the best, Diane

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