Taking the art of poetry for me is,
simply a word puzzle, forming words for all to see.
Not a complicated crossword, or trying to write something to
awkward.
Using the art to blow off some steam, exscaping reality into
a dream,
Challenging me to paint a picture,
Extract my emotions, transport people into the
creativity of my mind, by the use of word structure.
The art of poetry is water for the soul, rare and bare like
soft naked skin, never ending writing, feelings that can
be felt over and over again.
The art of poetry, allows me to tell
the truth about nature, human conditions,
love, despair, life, and death, I will use this art
until my last breath.
The art of poetry helps me to capture moments
keeping it alive forever, lifting me out of myself...
A divine, inspiring, meaningful, unexpected, magical,
and inventive, allowing me to send out a powerful message.
The art of poetry shows me the beauty and vulnerability in myself and
my life and the world, without this art things would be
a meaningless, and colourless world.