In Response

Thought it best to present it this way

To those who have not read, or may not agree, 

and perhaps will never agree to that stem of definition, or who

have never come to that awareness in stage opened by the

billion said fractals

Or the house built in spite of its notion 

and the concept of being filled with all too many a forgotten plan

like a grateful glance into a lost emotion

Although it may seem worthy as a dime when in need

where corruption has its game and you are free falling into images of death and life

So too are those that would disagree that poetry is found in the form, and not from knowing of hell, or life outside experiment, reinvented by the Muse's regard 

A non-experience and perhaps the end remains in its concept where the lion is contained

but this is I fear the realm dwelling into poetry and life. 

We need in the Artist

as the Artist is willing to see 

compared to this reason freed from its cage

or the music played over noise, 

Life is that painting into a canvas with the passion of a blade 

But life alone is always too deep the consideration, side by side

we live and die cold as the years we have traveled  

covered by the shrouds in our lace 

Taking the obsession from the will

as common as these clothes, we’re already on the outside trying to break in

It’s a risk to think in measures worth breaking

or to see what worthiness has in store for reality

I feel it in the blood, 

that sweet careless reinvention

a pen that pleads as it would from every abstinence accepted 

and the price lies in the continuous unwilling

or the heart bound by these pages alone

Author's Note

Thought it better to present it in this manner. To see William Carlos Williams' essay on poetry...look it up ;)

Reviews

[Beccy]

I have seen and been involved in this argument/discussion many times and in many forms. Poetry, at least to me, is a combination of experience, imagination and the art of daydreaming, which I practice perhaps far more than I ought.

I so enjoy it when a poet gives me cause to think and when they take me with them on their journey; and I for one have never been bound by form of whatever persuasion.

Enjoyed this muchly.

Beccy.

[Perdition]

" The art of daydreaming"...hmmm. Maybe the pace or a mental freefall...Yeah, probably is a wealth in a ventured form of Art, thus in this statement, I completely agree.
"Don't let those Swill Merchants rewrite you Beccy" (Almost Famous) .lol. Once more I find myself in alignment. Our journeys of thought are the joining of a spiritual and mental wealth, and what more to living other than love or fate both require two beside the same path, both separate as well united, bound towards their eventual ocean, Both with different reasons but both on a walk together and each allowed to venture toward that God at the end that has his individual reason for the beingness of life...So sayeth Kahlil Gibran ;) Give em hell Poett and thanks again!