Sometimes Poetry leaves a strange taste in your mind,
Sometimes things seem to be missing, left behind,
And not knowing what you'll really find,
You delve into that sea of jigsaw puzzling pantomime,
Where Words, morse signals from the inner world appear.
You now know a new palpitating voyage is quite near
Thru the metric, secret rhyming of the Sea,
A tempting voyage, certainly
For those despising what they see,
Wanting to escape reality,
The perfect Tour is Poetry,
As strange as all of this may be.
Only fools despise what they see, maybe driven by guilt, but never the less, fools. Yet another master piece. Thank you Sandra. Steve.
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Always wanting to escape reality, poetry helps to do it explicitly. Love your poem, so true to my heart. Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn