Poetry is the royalty of written language,

                           So it must be purple,

                           Purple circles strung together,

                           Like a tangled silver slinky

                           Stretched unintentionally by a young child,

                           Revealing itself over time

                           With repeated vocal readings,

                           Untangling line by line,

                           Giving a fresh display of insight,

                           Still depending on the eye that is searching,

                           The different ears seeking the pleasure of sound

                           Over time, over time, over time,

                           Unmasking views and truths,

                           May you find it every day,

                           Wherever you go!

                                                                                 Cerita M. Hewett

                                                                                                            (Revised Oct. 2014)