Ah, thou art poetry, the flow of
emotion, through yearning veins
a need to express.

And oh, to find inspiration each
day, which is captured in a glance,
a thought, a moment.

Oh, to stand in awe, as the sun
glimmers through life in
reflections and shadow.

To behold, A beautiful moon
scape, which touches the heart.
The caress of a lover, the smile
of a stranger, perhaps,it's
a silence that echoes across
the soul, which inspires,
oh, so vividly inspires...

~write~

Poetry is passion for living
inked upon parchment with care,
with a purpose, for fun, for
the angst of life, to live,
revel, rejoice, to love,
to weep, oh yes, weep...
Wet the paper, smear the ink
give birth to more.

~create~

Poetry, are emotions colouring
the page with a life giving breath,
each word hovering within a cascade of
feeling, then scribed ever so carefully
in phrase or thought, which may flutter
tenderly, soar, tickle,or settle,
upon ones consciousness then float
to the surface of awareness
in a discovery of something new.

~experience~

And yes, something new about ourselves,
something familiar, that spectacular
adventure of emotion, a kaleidescope
of experience offered through the
sparkling of you the Poet, to the
soul of the Reader.

~celebrate~

Poetry is not about ego
its letting go of the ego
to embrace a journey of self.

I left my ego at the door,
I write from my heart,
I listen to my soul,

Ah, thou art poetry?

03/08/2007