The Test of My Poem

1/
The taste of my poem
is in the relishing
sweet, sour or bitter
cold, lukewarm or hot

The test of my poem
is in the nourishing
its effect in the heart
undying, fleeting or naught

2/
Here are the lines
that got stuck in the jam
on their way to your heart

Possibly the very words
you had cried out loud
but got outroared
by the noises down the path

Driving my quill alone
I have taken them all along
somewhere never by-passed

© tq, 2006