The Play's The Thing

Written by: Trudy Diane Rider

Poetry within the play
the plays a poem themselves
Levity to tragedy
from lovers to kings to elves

He'll reach into your very soul
and you'll cry on their behalf
next time he will lift you up
and leave you with a laugh

Words of love and tender grace
or sharpened like a sword
His poetry, it quickens me,
uplifts me, strikes a cord

Passion passed down through the ages
inspires, arouses and engages.

A sonnet for William Shakespeare