my poem

rhyme

i held as the essence of a poem

rhythm

a music, i added to my lines

images and metaphor

spices, i sprinkled over

a song sweet

i hoped, would emerge

my ugly face

i saw like a broken vase

discerning in my art

my derelict self

before i come of age

i look for a paper

and a publisher

now to boost my visage

henry victor     11.02.2006

my muse, my poem

rhyme and rhythm, sound and music

abstract concepts, the rational reasons

and the visible truth, metaphors and images

precise facts with rhetorical opinions

i keep spitting, and i keep altering

like that venomous spitting cobra

changing her skin until her end

to name it as my muse, my poem

© henry victor     05.02.2003