WHAT IS POETRY TO ME

Poetry is not verse; it doesn’t sell.

Created by careful selection of sounds, poetry

May be quaint or serious, short or long, rhyme or not.

Its distilled words transcend the ordinary, even,

Even when describing the ordinary,

The airy world of lovers

Or density of philosophers.

Poetry lifts off the page floating in mid air

Without benefit of a safety net.

Since a poet’s heart might dance at a friend’s funeral

Or weep uncontrollably at a wedding,

His words can do no less.

They are stones he throws at windows

For the few who’ll see the broken glass.

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