It is built one syllable at a time.
a sentence for structure, or
a loose fitting rhyme.
Those sentences form
poems and from poems
into books. Some written
on a lake or a babbling
brook.
The structure of this house
is the poet's frame of mind,
the ones he writes
are one of a kind.
Up in the attic you can find 300
pieces or more, some were written
in a silent roar.
A poet's world never ends, where his
next word or sentence comes from it
all depends.
The house is closing and the lights
are going out...
The poet will continue on
working without any doubt.
Sean Theall © 2011
