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What is poetry?

by Keith D Allison

The howling of the night wind
as the desert bloom
the melody of the broken string guitar
chanting the endless cord
the flittering wings of the butterfly
holding the infant child
the enduring tears
set free
the heat built in the summer night
kissing the passion's of the morning sun
the dust of eternity breathes
turning to touch the mind
finding life within it’s soul
 

06/27/2008

Posted on 06/28/2008
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/28/08 at 04:17 PM

Excellent analogy Keith that goes way beyond the mechanics of the artform.

Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 06/28/08 at 08:40 PM

Amen! Love this, going straight into my faves! MFS

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/30/08 at 11:45 PM

Very elegant and moving. Thank you!

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