Read the poem for its beauty.
Read it again, and see an opaque light.
Read it a twain, and some elements come in focus.
Read it a thrain, a frain, a fifth and sixth
And soon the poem begins to shed its full light.
All through life, the poem reveals
Its hidden parcels.
A poem is not a work read in one sitting
And never taken up again.
A poem is read a lifetime.
So choose your poems wisely.
B. K. Neifert 