The Convoluted Word Ballet

Here's a puzzle most obscure, shrouded symbols are the lure, like a mouse trapped in a maze, twisted thoughts are met with praise. Every line's a metaphor, like the Raven's "nevermore," childhood's marbles, colored glass, slipping through your weakened grasp. As the bulbs break through the soil, comprehension in turmoil, let not the poet's phrase betray, the convoluted word ballet. ©Danielle White