It is still poetry month, and it is time to acknowledge that, while poems may seem small and inconsequential, they do play a part in making us human.

The Poems

The poems are always with us:

nursery rhymes we sang when young;

jingles for products we never tasted;

lyrics we can’t get our of our heads;

poems we wrote when miserable,

that still remind us how much love can hurt.

The poems stay with us when the pain is gone,

and the memory of pain is sweet;

remain when the names of old friends take flight,

when it is late and we don’t want to go to bed.

The poems tell something they didn’t

last time we read them,

and that makes us want

to discover them again.

Colin Morton

Here’s to new discoveries, all year round.