Poetry is…

A pinwheel of images, forever spinning…

An orchestra of sounds, forever playing…

A perfume shop of smells, forever enchanting…

A buffet of tastes, forever alluring…

And a wardrobe of textures, forever delighting…

But most of all,

Poetry appeals to that special sixth sense,

One we all have but rarely use.

Poetry is

A mirror I hold up to myself,

And I look in,

And see the real me.