Poems Say Things

    Yes, obvious, no?

    Yeah, poetry.

    It does not have notes

    Like the elegiac songs of past and present

    That so many memorize and cherish.

    Some poems go tossed and waylaid

    Like forgotten seeds, lost, that never make it to the good earth or eventual fruit.

    They wither and die.

    Their molecules convert into other elements, some day creating another 

    Substance 

    For us to chew on.

    Masticate.

    Suck on, sometimes swallow, or at times spew.

    Wherever those substances go...

    Back into poetry, 

    And here we are.