Poetry is a craft

Floating on an invisible raft.

 

Poetry is sought

When life’s battles are fought.

 

Poetry becomes one of a kind

When images are brought to mind.

 

Poetry makes it whole

What emerges from the soul.

 

Poetry will delight

Both day and night.

 

Poetry is a feel

Like tasting a good meal.

 

Poetry and food

Both improve your mood.

 

Poetry once fed

Becomes echo in head.

 

Poetry is a tree

That gives fruit for free.

 

There is poetry in lotion

If it is applied to motion.

 

To poetry and song

We both belong.

 

Poetry still

Is the magic pill.