Poetry may be a masterpiece of the heart torn apart,
Or the disconsolate word flow from a hole in the soul,
Or may be the sudden eruption of happy presumption;
She may be the lover’s cover in nearly numinous hover,
Or the sad ‘goodbye’ without really explaining why . . .
Poetry may come from the gut of a man caught in a rut,
Or the revelation of feelings long held in captivation,
Or may be exaltation of the contemplation of nature,
Or she may raise the hymn of otherwise silent praise;
Poetry may be sitting at a bar or wishing upon a star,
But above all, and with whatever else might be said,
She is testimony to the elasticity of the human psyche,
And in the end, poetry simply is . . .
Note: Inspired by an article written by Ken Craft kindly shared by Robert Okaji
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Thank you very much! 🙂
And in the end poetry simply is from the mind of the creative person who is writing or penning words of poems. Great and what a flair to the great Poetry.
Indeed! Thank you so very much for your most insightful and kind comment. All the best to you w/peace and blessings!
Thanks 🙏 and welcome friend. Happy day to u.
This is so interesting! “She may be the lover’s cover in nearly numinous hover,” – liked this!
Thank you so very much! Blessings to you!
She is testimony to the elasticity of the human psyche….yes!
Yup! That did touch my Heart…!
Thank you very much!