Intellectual acrobatics
Of dissecting a poem,
Complex and tricky
To undo those words
So ably done,
Spoken from a page
Listened to out loud
Pondered over, wondered over
By the third reading
It’s wow; poetry’s it.

In writing, a
Stream of daydreamed
Words find their
Way to the page,
A subconscious thought
A distant memory
Converge to verse,
Cognitive play
And the page is full,
Wow its poetry.