Much poetry
May fade quickly
From memory.
Though there are such
That move us much,
Our souls do touch.
Catch us off guard
Or strike a chord,
Our hearts reward.
Some witty, wry
Some make us cry
Or wonder why.
Others inspire
Dreams and desire,
Ignite a fire.
Many appeal
for they are real,
They make us feel.
The truly great
Reverberate,
They resonate.
"Poetry is to me
As leaves are to the tree"