<u><b>hitting no founds</b></u>

no poetry found,


no, not here,


know poetry


founded


in 4500bc


no founding of


new poetic archtypes


founds abound


finds remind


found behind


round founds

no 'founds'


is not a word


and no, no


know poetry


to be found


here except


on certain


days and


hours in


twilight


in the minds


of the readers


worldwide stopping by


to read a few or leave


a few, release the words,


release their life their moods,


the moors of old ancient ballads


of beggars and street urchins from


square to square, town to town


all around the gallant countryside


with lakes and willowtree shade


and mutton and the stories,


the word poems,


found out they


could communicate


through verse and


maybe they weren't


the hunters or


the gatherers,


but they shared


words as poems


and maybe were


given scraps to eat


in exchange for their


talent to communicate


tightly, intricately


and delicately,


finding the founds


of old,


modern man recoils


at the sound of


words meant to


illumine and/or


not only rhyme.