What I love about a poem

is that it's easily read,

No more, no less 

than what needs to be said.

Abstraction of language

Each line a breath,

Tasting sweet words

Rich in flavor and depth.

My mind is curious

My senses are peaked

Yet no more is uttered

From the white bird's black beak.

Few notes form a melody

Few drops form a ripple

From poetry I found

there is beauty 

in simple.