Mystified Poem by Ray Hansell

You called it "my" poem
You're exactly right
Because you were in my mind
When I sat down to write

I remembered many times
When your poems I read
The words to several of them
Swirl round and round inside my head

No need to talk about each one
Or about what they have to say
That type of discussion
Is better saved for another day

Sometimes things are better
When details are left out
Learning to read between the lines
Will tell you what it's all about

Mystery is good for the soul
As it can keep one guessing
Probably in our own way
That could really be a blessing


11-11-18/RjH