After Reading a Poem
Words… Have the power to move me. They are birds That beat their wings In my heart…. The song each bird sings Can be a balm…or a dart That may make me think…and improve me.
How can strokes on a paper sheet Or on a lit-up screen Sound so sad…or so sweet? What part of my brain Do they touch… That they can cause so much joy, or pain? Do they touch my mind, or my heart.. When they move me so much? Or…do they touch somewhere in between? Are poems a science? Or an art?