Piece of the Puzzle


Poetry’s a piece of the Puzzle.
Poetry’s a part of the Plan.
Poetry’s a passion unmuzzled.
Poetry’s the pain in a man.

Poetry’s a probe and a penlight.
Poetry’s a pin-prick to pride.
Poetry’s a prayer in the moonlight.
Poetry’s a pony to ride.

Poetry’s a place for the moment.
Poetry’s a person just met.
Poetry’s a plot in an instant.
Poetry’s a punch-line to get.

Poetry’s a palette and paintbrush.
Poetry’s a sweet pastoral tune.
Poetry’s a palpable night-hush.
Poetry’s a picnic in June.

Poetry’s the pleasure of motion.
Poetry’s a pendulum dance.
Poetry’s a pint of the ocean.
Poetry’s a pressing romance.

Poetry’s a pine-scented north-wood.
Poetry’s a piece of a wing.
Poetry’s a prophet of some good.
Poetry’s the pluck still to sing.

Poetry’s the passing of season.
Poetry’s a pathway once trod.
Poetry’s the piercing of reason.
Poetry’s the prospect of God.

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