Poem 225

My parting gift to
those who still possess eyes that
are curious, and
hearts that still remain open:
Imagination
brings forth light from other suns
that reveals hidden
realms which are most enchanting.
Poetry's strange world
is multi-layered and can
ennoble with it's
subtle words, rhythms and rhymes.
Its rich metaphors
can connect the seemingly
dichotomous and
disparate, unlike the rigid,
bloodless ways, of things
like syllogistic logic.
Its structures allow
us to improvise because
one can't create
in a vacuum, Henceforth,I
despair, when sketches
of concepts, however fine
or grand, are reduced
to mere, half-baked doggerel.