A poem's words are particles in flight <br />Dispersed as waves across my mental space <br />Interpreted by individual rite <br />I can but guess at both their pace and place. <br />To pin them down may sacrifice the drift <br />To let them fly may foil their depth of spike <br />Their fluid form provides a soothing gift <br />I mould them to my own capricious like. <br />But oft' I feel my path has run askew <br />As misalign is add to misalign <br />From idiosyncratic poet's view <br />Decision then to push on or resign. <br />But if I'm held in maze by poet's art <br />By doggedness I swear I'll reach it's heart.<br /><br />Diane Hine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-poetry/
