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.