Thoughts on Poetry
Originally written prior to 1984
Last revised October 20, 2001
Poetry is ...
When you're sitting on a rock
With your toes
Dangling in a stream
On a bright Sunday
Afternoon... and you feel
Warm and fuZZy inside.
Poetry is ..
A thought
In full bloom.
A feeling
In all of its Splendour.
Poetry is ...
When letters become tastes,
Thoughts become sights,
Words become smells,
And sentences and phrases
Become sounds and feelings.
Poetry is ...
When cool water is velvet on your toes,
And the scent of pine needles is more refreshing
Than the most expensive perfume.
Poetry is ...
When a wispy cloud,
Reddened by the setting sun,
Thinly veils a silver crescent moon.
