My Favorite Poet Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Who can it be?
One with a message, certainly.
But wait, perhaps a bit of poignant thought
Or maybe memory overwrought.

No, that's not what I put highest on the list
Instead it's a story about never-been-kissed,
Or of the one that got away
Blissfully remembered to this day.

Yet when I reflect on the poets
Young and old that persist
In memory of their rhymes
None make the mental bells chime.

Maybe about a favorite animal they share
With loving touch and care
For the way they displayed
An element of nature as they played.

Or sadness expressed at a loss
Of a dear one whose stars were crossed.
Or joyful memory of those days
When things happened in certain ways.

Even anger toward those of a different view
That seemed to have nothing new
To offer but a glimpse into the inner works
Of a distressed life that provokes.

Perhaps a whimsey that makes you smile
Even when the tale is longer by a mile
And the twist and turns that provoke
To finally lead to the end; a joke.

Yes, I've got it finally,
There is one that always is there to see,
A poet above all the others for sure
Whose writing is sure to endure.

One who with pen to paper
Or is it keyboard on which they caper,
Regardless, it's for sure to be,
The one and only, ME.