My Foray

An initial exploration of writing poems for me, something I am still an amateur at.

My Foray

In words Time takes respite and refuge,
when overcome with overwhelming deluge.
They are a reflecting pool welcoming all
that can show anything grand or small.
In many forms they can morph for you,
whichever captures the sweet, cerebral dew.
Even if none look in my pool of poesy,
still it serves well when seen just by me.