They will open..............

I think the last line would be better if the rhyme were removed. I expected it to be "mood"

Thanks, SCoates. Actually, I was going for slant rhyme with a touch of assonance.

But mostly, it was just an outpouring.

Very nice Letty, I felt each word.

Good morning, colorbook, and I always appreciate your observations.

Often I wonder what it is in our lives that prompts us to transcribe them. It is as though the words are lying somewhere, dormant, even from birth, and as life takes on meaning, and circumstances spring up like yellow or blue, they run together and empty on to a page.

I liked it very much, Letty; it got to the point, but did so with a tact that makes me think that there's not a word misplaced.

Poems are a strange business: do you sometimes feel that you want to make a poem about something, but not know what that something is until something hits you years later? I wonder why, as well, most people choose poetry as a means of outpouring rather than prose: what do you think?

Drom, First, Thank you.

and to answer your question about prose vs. poetry, I subscribe to Frost's theory that poetry is the one medium where a person can say one thing and mean another, thereby covering the soul with gauze.

Then there is the out and out long distance message whereby you will someone to see it, as was the case in this particular poem.

Prose can be poetic, too, just as Sandburg's Lincoln.

And, of course, there is music. <smile>

There's a lot of very deep meaning to such a poem. Very terse and pointed, a type of writing I admire.

ah, dear edgar. Can always count on you to say something positive without patronizing. Thanks, my friend.

I had to revisit the poem. The first time I read it over I was somewhat distracted and did not read it properly. Glad I came back.