Style

Style

There’s a pretty little poem
that’s so cheerful to the ear,
you can read it all alone
or to a person you hold dear.

It comes from all we know
to shape us as we grow.

A message from a Muse
that was listened to just so,
though the poet knew not whose—
he had tried for Art Nouveau.

But what he really meant
was to us, heaven-sent.

So when you listen to a poem
be glad that you’re the Reader,
the gist is yours alone—
for your heart, the poem’s a seeder.

The seeds of nature’s sense
we call Multivalence.