Variations

Today is the perfect day

For you to give your heart

To a special kind of art

The simple craft of wordplay

Some like to call it “Poetry”

Others like to say “Prose”

Personally, I do not suppose

That the writing cares either way

Letters are your paint

With a canvas of paper

There you can taper

Expressions without restraint

The pen is a guitar

Each word will denote

A different musical note

You can find in each bar

A slab of rock-hard, white marble

Chipped by consonants and vowels

With no need for squares and trowels

At verbal masonry, others can marvel

Combining the vocabulary with alchemy

To create a proper tincture

And evoke a clear picture

Verbose golden works of chemistry

Your eyes can be a telescope

The words a star formation

With astronomical dedication

You`ll soon improve your trope

Constructions use mathematical precision

Through each addition and subtraction

Multiplying, dividing (and occasional retraction)

You`ll fractionally improve every decision

Such beauty you can easily fashion

Each poem will become your own gleaming ring

When given to others what joy it will bring

Tailoring to your personal passion

The stanzas will allow two minds to dance

With movement and perfect grace

Another’s sadness you might replace

If only, you’re both willing to take the chance

Medicine delivering the perfect cure

An elixir in a written vial

Treating afflicted with your style

You`ll offer when your poetry`s pure

No matter what else, you decide, that you might do

No matter what life might, have put you through

There`s one thing that remains eternally true

Poetry is an art, and friend, which is always waiting for you.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker