When poetry grabs ahold of you
It latches on real tight
Takes you to a place of rhythm
On up into rhyme

Maneuvering its many moves
Through the maze inside your mind
Ninety nine percent loose as a goose
With one percent, hold on tight  

Soon enough is when you find out
Imaginations running wild
Like a feral stallion in open field
Or an up too late unruly child

Flashes its ideas up in lights
Like a Broadway night out on the town
Just as easily lifts you up
As quickly as it throws you down

The moment that it grabs you
And holds on for dear life
Poetry is all you think about
Most all of the time

Being a blessing or a curse
Is all in how you read the signs
Along with how far you've crossed
Over poetry's high-wire