Poetry Month

The words
I sought to spin
Sometimes dissolved
At other times flew
They were always
Always an invitation 
To look beyond reward
In their quest I was
Lured and seduced
Bewildered and beguiled 
Word images wove
A tapestry so rich
I was not the weaver
Just one of the many threads
Going nowhere 
I went everywhere 
Words have been 
My pilgrimage 
Both the journey 
And the destination.