Poetry Like Pendants

Some poems are like pendants that go With only particular sweaters Or those works of art that I tuck away in private pleasure. The words don't come sometimes But the eternal thoughts will be there For you experience the sublime With maybe a reader and a(?) universe. The precision, truth, and decisions That link the tread of verses Will have followers veering their paths To see the shiny objects, like onlookers. The mood may shift you to slow To a rhythm foreign and perverse But one rule I believe sovereign Where we meet is finders keepers.