What Sense Does it Make?

A poet who does not rhyme
is like a heart without a love
or life without music

What sense do these make?

what point
is a body without a soul
soup without a bowl
never getting old
or a wall with no gate?

it is like time
that goes slowly by
that never ends
without friends
or a river with no crossing

what is life without music
but eternity in a cell
walls without paint
thirst without drink
night without a moon
a day so long
it never reaches noon?

a heart without a love
is like a piano without strings
a bird that can’t sing
planes without wings
skips a beat
a year without a spring

a novel with no plot
makes little sense
as does a fork without dinner
paint without thinner
a race with no winner
is like a home with no bed

all these things
sadness brings
are like a poet who doesn’t rhyme
or a bird that doesn’t sing
life without music
or an eternity never lived
are like a heart without a love

What sense do they make?