Just what is poetry
Tantamount to mystery
A long forgotten entity
Interspersed with memory
A genre in which to confess
What one has yet to express
Issues yet to be addressed
With those that we wish to impress
Just what is poetry
Is it,to the enth degree
The exercise in futility
As a novice that You thought it\'d be
Just what is poetry
A scrambled mass of word debris
A nonsensical anthology
For the laymen and the scholarly
That which beauty\'s the epitome of
That which we embrace,as if a lost love
That which we ponder forever it seems
That which has only existed in dreams
Just when we think the last line has been penned
We put pen to paper amd write once again
So what is poetry,I\'ll ask one more time
And while You are thinking,write at least one more line
That which is either free verse or rhyme
But,as of now,I\'ve concluded mine