Sometimes I wonder
Does poetry take us on voyages
Where otherwise we might not venture
Do you feel pain when images written in rhyme
Call for crying
Do you surprisedly dance
The Red Shoes of words tugging pulling relentlessly
Over gaiety that poets choose
Leaden despair, heart moving messages
Laments in the air over a love that palls
The wishes of the unloved followed by verbal hugging
Hope for a future
Hope gone for any future at all