Poetry

The greatest of marriages
The ultimate blend of cursive and melodies
Often blending the subject of sex and departure
Love and pain something that is often spoken in the same breath
Often the poetry is one's own therapy
When one feels lonely; melody provides company
When the artist cries paint upon the canvas
Words provide a shoulder to soak up the color of misery
So how could one describe poetry?
How could words offer so much while being so within
Such an introspective spirit poetry is
Hidden to the rest of the world
So would you say poetry is a loner?
A person on a boulder by the ocean also writing in cursive
Maybe poetry is the discreet reflection of the artist
So I ask myself, does my poetry smoke too?