Poems are like burps
-Words find each other
(somewhere deep inside)
and decide to hold hands
like long-lost friends

They arrange themselves in mysterious
under the muse’s conductor’s baton

At the appointed time
they come up for air –
releasing themselves forth
to be heard by any willing ear

©Vivian Zems

Paul hosts dVerse today with the interesting theme of the Ars  Poetica.

A term meaning “the art of poetry,” an Ars Poetica poem expresses that poet’s aims for poetry and/or that poet’s theories about poetry.

Day 13