I am told, with words, I have a way
I can turn them around any which way
I should be able to articulate any perception or thought,
Idea or opinion in euphemism wrought!
They don’t realise whimsical words are not mere words
They assume nuances and meanings unheard
The genesis of what’s written maybe clear as crystal at times
At others it may be construed quite contrary in rhymes
As facts and fiction collide and collude in a poet’s mind
The meaning may get obscured in this flurry divine.