The poem, the poet and the reader,
The pen, the hand and the heart
You look for hidden meanings in between the lines,
Or try to look for the message I’m trying to impart.
But, let me tell you a little secret
You won’t find it in the way I
drop my line, or use my commas and full stops.
Nor will you find it by poring over the a’s and the b’s
The long stanzas or groups of threes.
No. If you want to know what guides my pen across the page,
put yours down and let your heart out of your cage.