Of Poetry!

Well to my semi dwarfed mind
without knowing the nuances
of concoction of poetry,
save verbal criticism
I feel the power of sharing
what one knows or deems to know,
with ones brethren

Poetry is the emergence of a natural thought
out of a vessel constrained
stifled as you may say,
for you always tell me,
I speak of,
in riddles least understood
And
so as many can't understand
what the poet had in one’s mind
at that anointed hour,
when poetry flowed down his nervous mind
that itself becomes a reason
to converse on
WHAT THE POET
Actually meant

Life's discourse is such
It manifests in forms unknown
un- understood by many
and this effulvesence (new word)/effervescence
One calls inspirational poetry.
Hope I have conveyed some sense,
else garbage it as non –sense
If not any sense