The Thing About Poetry
The Thing About Poetry
The thing about Poetry is
that you don’t have to explain why
you jumped,
fell, imagined,
transitioned, moved,
left, arrived…..
You don’t even have to know
“the why”
or provide “the why”
shield anyone from a falling brick
apologize for raunchy or randy words
or for your reckless renderings of scenes
into which the reader is cast
without permission
Nor say “sorry?” with a shoulder shrug
for making a reader visualize one thing
while having them think another,
And no need to back down
for verbally shocking someone
leading them to mutter
pre-verbal incantations
for the duration of eternity
The thing about Poetry is
that it is fluid
like water from a faucet flooding and
trickling through the Milky Way
carrying with it stars, raining down…
Yet also burning holes through shields
exposing perceptions in conflict
about the universe—
where carnival people walk through your mind
somersaulting and juggling, snapping whips,
and tight rope walking at perilous heights
making you feel great danger in choosing the right words..
And finally,
The thing about Poetry is
that it sends you searching for others
speaking to you
Through poetry
where there is no time and space
Only
the
Persistence of Poetry.
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There is only poetry, the rest is, well, poetry too.
I like this, a lot.
Thank you so much for your comment!
I really love that penultimate verse! Well done.
What a great explanation of poetry. I’m gonna tape it to my desk and read it everyday thus month.
That makes me smile—thank you!
Yes, it really is something else – and you’ve captured that so well with words and images. Thanks!
Thank you for your comment,,,yes,..it is something else…. I am always wondering about poetry..?
I mean to say–poetry is something else…..:-)
Once again Miss Ann, I LOVE your poetry piece it is filled with dancing imagery! I especially love the:
like water from a faucet flooding and trickling through the Milky Way
and
where carnival people walk through your mind
somersaulting and juggling, snapping whips,
and tight rope walking at perilous heights
making you feel great danger in choosing the right words
makes me want to listen to Leon Russell’s “I’m on a high wire!” Great work Ann xoxo
Thank you so much for your comment Darlene! So glad you liked it.
You are the go-to poet when it comes to poems about poetry!
The third and fourth stanzas are the climax as I read them. Great job…