Mary E. Adair
Perhaps Poetry should be defined as art
You know what you like and the rest you tear apart
But time and energy do not rule the muse
If you`ve nothing to say, then simply peruse.
What offends one eye will another eye please
So let`s keep the poem an art of ease.
Succinct prose need not be nastily written
Even when one with pure rage is smitten
So enjoy the page like an empty slate
Share your thoughts with others, never wait
Dark thoughts may be clearly espressed in turn
So they will be released and the anger spurned
Besides we need to think upon what's truth today
And maybe listen to what our youth will say
And a full experience will be ours to share
Though we wonder who reads what's written there.
©May 2006 Mary E. Adair
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