~
By its shapes,
how it smells,
and by looking
to tell

all the whats
wheres and whens
of the senses,

the poet survives,
by bringing alive
all those thats,
theres, and thens
to the pensées.

And all,
by deceit!

Word-verbiage
feat!

Ah well,
What the hell.

What’s a metaphor for,
but conceit.

And you thought it,
Oh!
just so sweet.
~

©2015, Marvin Welborn
21 June 2015. Revised 30 July 2015. 26Mar16. 11Jul16