THE MEANING OF POETRY

What does your poem mean she said
But I refused to answer
For she was from as fractured world
And I was just a dancer

 

FRIDAY'S CHILD IS FAIR OF FACE

Two days before Advent a star was born
That shone through the night till early dawn
But in admiration I could have sworn
I caught the sight of a startled fawn

I was left wondering How could this be?
That one who appeared in constancy
Could still appeal intriguingly
So bright in my sight yet mystery

 

TO NO AVAIL

Should I get Mortal and grow pale
Recoiling from your absent tale?
Signifying nothing? Even I thought you'd fail
Arrested by a thousand national shocks
That flesh is heir to
Or attesting to the simple fact
You knew not where to go or on what day
Please let me know  I pray

 

OUR RELATIONSHIP

I was the brother you never had
You were the sister that drove me mad
Ours was the incest that looked very bad
Except it was secret so noone was sad

You were the beauty that captured all hearts
I the recluse that lived more apart
We each did our duty avoiding the dart
Seeking love's booty but not very smart

You loved me forever but never were true
I was much too clever to get ina stew
And though I could teach you all that you knew
Why would I reach since this wouldn't do

So we delighted in fate that we missed
Our lives were blighted since we never kissed
Yet lovers we were we plighted our troth
While others ensnared the trite and the froth