Poetry's truth

Poetry’s truth

My ethereal, sings I’m ‘Henry the eight’ as ghost

I’m in ‘naked in shower’ for now, I’ll be ‘no spectral’ host

Sam, in film ‘jumped into body’ for control ‘mine just mind’

‘Oda Mae’ allowed for love, as I do for mine

Poems are babies, they must leave ‘comfort of nest’

Some have ‘own life’ others ‘cling to my chest’

Each has breath, whatever their essence

My only hope, in ‘another’s heart’ they may gain presence

‘Warm the cockles’ hopefully ‘grace a linger’

Cause ‘shiver of toe’ in ‘message of deliver’

Poems are babies, they must leave ‘comfort of nest’

Some have ‘own life’ others ‘cling to my chest’

‘Rules of poetry’ these do not ‘confine the phrase’

I say ‘release the expression’ in ‘order to amaze’

I shatter the ‘glass ceiling’ for ‘poetry to breathe’

‘Told is truth’ of real facts, I’d never deceive