Poetry
Poetry is caressed and then born.
It is the universal umbilical cord to our innermost thoughts.
It is where our verbal consciousness allows us to explore with visual insight
that which we dare not pick apart without an open mind.
The poet, or he who births such an art is aware of our weakness.
The poet expresses our thoughts with a melodic verbal blend,
And finds pleasure in arousing the readers and those who may listen.
Poetry is the usage of words that ignite our experiences, emotions and dreams
without our stumbling spoken words.
The poet combines our senses, expressions, and gestures without our evasive shadows or camouflages.
Poetry is a definitive state of mind.
With closed eye, an audience becomes enwrapped with the life of otherwise
ordinary words.
Aah...but the poet’s designer’s touch has converted such words.
This rare talent, much like the musician with his music,
Or the artist with his paint, has transformed.
Expressed beauty by the poet’s pen....Poetry is an Art
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Nanette M. Buchanan, Author
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