Pretend Poetry

Take a topic, write a line,

Choose the words, pretty and fine.

Piece them together like a glass mosaic,

The message won’t matter, the poet can fake it.

In the depths of your mind, all swirled together,

Lavender, beads, crystal and heather,

All things beautiful, sights, sounds, touch, smell, 

Mix them together and no one can tell.

That you made it all up,

All the thoughts in your head,

Bleed out from the ink,

And your poem is dead.