What is poetry…
What is poetry?
I was asked. What is poetry?
I told her, poetry is everything.
Poetry is the description of the first kiss, the first dance.
Poetry suppose make us laugh out loud, cry silent tears.
Great poetry steal us from lonely world,
made us believe and see miracles and wonder.
Make us want to dance in Florence,
drink German beer in Munich in October.
Make us want to feel the coldness of the sea and walk in the clouds.
Make us understand war, make us understand sickness.
Make us wishful for love and remember beautiful faces.
Yes I said, poetry is everything.
Dancing Coyote
Very eloquent use of imagery making poetry an essence of words.
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Thank you Anand.
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Love this poem. Wouldn’t it be good if half of the world thought like this. Thanks.
Gwen.
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I agree dear Gwen and thank you for reading and the comment.
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Thank you my friend.
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One of my Literature Profs at University once told the class, “Great Poetry is Great Literature Condensed.”
Not very “poetic—more technical than beautiful, but after thirty some – odd years, I can see her face and hear her saying those words.
I cannot much recall what most of the women in my life said that was supposed to impress me, but I remember that lit professor’s words.
She must have impressed me.
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Another great post John.
Cheers My Friend
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Thank you my friend.
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Reblogged this on About the Jez of It and commented:
Well said, John
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Thank you Raven. I appreciate the comment.
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My pleasure
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