Poetry Is- - - Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones

That place where hearts and souls unite
and hold their congress of delight,
then range across the Universe
in search of scattered scraps of verse.
Perhaps some brief soliloquy
on Humour or Philosophy,
a modicum of Gothic prose,
the shadow of a withered rose.
Emotions phrased with symmetry
this essence that is Poetry.

When hidden thoughts remain unheard
concealed behind unspoken word.
Where solitary musings spin
around the loneliness within.
Perhaps a self placating balm
arises like an ancient Psalm,
found in a well beloved book,
discovered in some shaded nook.
Where words can make good company.
and nurture love for Poetry.