poem

Poetry in motion flows like wind over the ocean
When I'm poisend its my potion
How gratifying it is to have that notion

Poetry is grace
Feelings are centered in its base
Its understanding is something that we chase
When mastered it exceeds time an space

Poetry is demention
In time it continues its accention
We have no choice but to continue retention

Poetry is motion I
t is the flow of the ocean
It is grace in any space
It is demention in its accention