The City of Poems
There is a city somewhere,
not close by, but not far,
a place where poems live,
untold millions of poems.
Most of the poems live quiet,
ordinary lives, known only to
a few, while a few are famous,
renowned for grace and beauty.
For the most part, the poems live
in harmony with one another--
stuffy Sonnets sharing a tenement
with willowy Haiku, and the odd,
cranky but endearing old Ode.
In the grand mansions atop the
exclusive Bon Mot Hill live the
Epics, most of ancient lineage
as few are given birth nowadays.
But mostly the city teems with
myriads of unsung, unknown
beings, each a soul in words,
loved by its creator-- and
that is truly enough....
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