Who is poetry..

I imagine poetry to be a hermaphrodite

An ethereal creature which taps our skull

Most refuse to listen to the music

Yet some open their heart and Imagination

Oh what place and other dimensWs

We connect into something inside

And beyond the minds eye

The spirit dares us to dare

Knowing the cowards

Who fear the marvels of creation

The door into dreams and stories

A place of untold magic

Waiting to be from signings

And scribbled words from

Hearts.