In thrall to my emotive name

Compelling you to play the game

Verbose or not, my imagery

Conceives harmonious symmetry

Enjambment ripples, current swirls

Do join me as the sail unfurls

A sailor and his metaphor

Extend past this redemption shore

Melodious tunes resound onstage

Imploring you to turn each page

Decrying passive ignorance

Deploring childish innocence

We open minds and hearts exalt

Aghast, lamenting, words assault

The bitter twist of fate belies

The hieroglyphs that meet your eyes

Yet my craft knew a simpler time

Bequeathed with reason, gifted rhyme

Without your words, what can I be?

It’s you that makes me poetry.