Thursday, October 6, 2011

Poetry Is

Poetry is flowing letters
An alphabet cereal pouring on the page
Following the milk before it
Sweet, not sour, in the words

Poetry is inquiry
A question answered, a problem solved
Crumpled pages of written wrong
Ending up with beautiful words

Poetry is a gift
A father teaching his son to love
And a baby's first steps, her parent's smiles
The Samaritan taking pity on a stranger

Poetry is a nature, a life
Slightly tilted for the view
See the sun, the ice bound trees
Giving way to spring at last

Poetry is a learning experience
When we think we know a truth
Arrayed in different shades of gray
We see a different side

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