Poetry
Sings like a song
Filled with sounds
And rhythms
Of pitch and base
Surprise annunciations
Pauses and starts
Emphasizing some words
Hardly hushing others
Poetry is for ears to hear
Images to imagine
The taste of truth
And the reflection of the times
At least the times of the poet.
It is romantic and sweet
Emotional and impassioning
Time consuming
With absorbed attentiveness
Demanded of others
The words are short, brief
Long in image
Big of color
Gloomy of Rembrandt
Poetry is a gift
One may receive happily
Or warily
Knowing it is morally based
With strong intentions toward the receiver
A cry for understanding
A different point of view
Sometimes twisted behind shadows
Or the fore drop for the morning sun..
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