They come in many colours,
variations and variegations –
the former are the works of an
unknowable creator – the latter
a human, pottering in his grounds.
The Attar of Nishapur was a poet.
What is it with this poetry stuff that
gets everyone singing from many
hymn sheets – poetry has no scent
and often it is lacking to the eye.
Untrained bards and many words are
poured out to the world. The pen is
claimed to be mightier than the sword.
Though roses tied together in a ribbon,
can sometimes be the crunch when after
a blazing row, two people reach to the
other, smothering one another in a kiss.