Riddles & Rhymes
Then at other times the poets they see, just what was meant in those lines that please.
Even the simplest can bring the words back. And again share we poets the words in our sack.
Amazing the power of words as they say. They heal the wounds or cut to the grey.
But always they're there for whatever they're worth. Tis true that we poets were poets at birth.
The rhymes we were taught as kids they resound, teaching us lessons. Some world renowned.
Were written by poets, some such as we. Only later in days was there learning seen,
By the readers. Yes those who found meanings in words, and chose to share them, floating like birds.
Throughout the world to distant lands. To farthest reaches and distant sands.
And so it goes, the lives of we poets. The words will mean something, but at times we don’t know it.
Til we feel they were lost and then so are we. And then gone we are like the fish in the sea.
Kari Shinal Copyright July 10, 2008