poetry is elegy
for worlds lost
memorial for songs
once sung
poetry is as dense
as a Beijing fog
sweet and red
like fig heart
poetry is imaginary
pictures in words
paths to tread
while singing
poetry is metaphor
words are rocks
in the seas
of the moon
poetry makes us human
keeps history
our life stories
rattling synapse to synapse
Yes!
ReplyDeletelovely!
ReplyDeletebeauty and truth
ReplyDeleteOh I truly love this...maybe as only another poet can do. Every word is perfectly chosen, placed, spaced; the thinking behind them is deep and beautiful. Thanks for this one Susan.
ReplyDeletesuch pleasure in this
ReplyDeleteAh, this is a pleasure
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