Most poems are not put
To their intended purpose
Virtuous
They may be
And filled with innovation
Novel scansion
Consonance
Galore
Assonance
And more
Sure rhymed and chimed - But never mind
The original intention
It's all defeated by a chance line
An off-hand mention
Of a cat's curl
Or the purr of a friend
Or the dark shadow of loss
And thus
The reader reaps
Finds unplanted meaning
Of their own
This is not selfish
This
Is genuine
And truthful
And beautiful
And Divine
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