The Reader and the Riddle

[Keanumoreira]

Painting’s a form of vibrant expression,

Drawing demands talented accession,

Singing staves off the darkest depression,

But poetry’s about the curious question.

 

Why so vague, where’s the answer-

The questions keep growing like a malicious cancer.

I’ll tell you what; I’ll give you a riddle,

And strum your strings like a little fiddle:

 

“If clues were simple then it’s already solved,

So what’s the point if it’s already resolved?”

Scratching your head- that’s good, you should,

You’d laugh at the answer, if only you could.

 

So what did we learn, if nothing at all-

Was indeed nothing should you recall.

But stop and think, your mind shall be set free,

For poetry is that- a taunting mystery.

[Maharg67]

Interesting! Very good! :thumbsup: