A Poem Poem by Paul Butters

A poem, to me:
A statement, speech, a view.
Onomatopoeic metaphor
About me and you.
Plotted and planned,
Or just a thing I do.
From instress to inscape,
Hopkins-like,
So very, very true.
A riotous myriad of colours,
Scented roses,
Touches new.
In verses and stanzas,
Pocket pictures you see;
Iambic rhythms and pulses,
Traditional verses,
Or free.
Time for tea.

PB Or Skryboss (C) Yorkshire Dales Saturday 19th September 2009 at 11.30.