Poet on the Loose
Who
is this man with rhymes in mind,
Intent
purpose his thoughts to bind
In
knotted puzzles for you to find
To
free ideas he has entwined?
Why
can he not in plain speech say
Messages
that he has to convey?
Instead
they dance in quiet ballet
As
he frolics in his word play.
Why
does he hide in twists and turns
In
that dark maze of his concerns,
And
plays as a wee Robbie Burns
To
lure you with images he churns?
He
will not yet answer you here,
As
he beats the drum in your ear.
Follow
that trickster to his bier
Only
to watch him disappear.
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