The Message of Poetry

What is poetry?
Poetry is the presentation
Of your inner life
The partners of your
Deepest thoughts, they

Are seen there to celebrate
All that you are
Poetry is freedom in literature
A final frontier of knowing
Yourself, like no other art

All the tribes have written it
All the mystics found themselves
Speaking in it, and countless
Others stumble across it
Like a strange fruit on a

Famished day, it has fed
Travelers, monks, mothers
Don’t waste time with explanations
Simply do what you love
Poetry is that gift

That was given to you
When all other avenues
Were taken away, so what
Will you give to her?
Poetry is a language of the soul

And each poem you write
Is one lifetime
So how will you choose to live
Your inner life, what melody
Will you pronounce

What energy will you align to?
Poetry is born like a trance
Like an unexpected visitor
That surprises us into dancing

Poetry is the love
We always wanted to give
And never had a chance to receive.

Poetry is the First Pleasure

What is poetry?
Poetry is a whisper
The quiet voice of dreaming
That can never die

So long as civilization
Makes art, poetry spreads
Poetry is the eyes of things
In the soul of words

She is the ancients
Transcending time itself
Poetry is beauty
Unchanging unlike truth

A rhythm of sentience
On the face of rhyme
She is the admired song
Of the sweetest voice

She is the heaven-rapture
Dancing on the tip of bliss
What is poetry?
Poetry is of the wood

Poetry is the making
Of water and stone
She is the building of
Literacy in a world

Of discrete poems, where
We originate, create, evocatively
The poisis, the first-awakened
A realized feeling expressed

For all our eternities
So imagery, form, rhythm and sound
Might trumpet, flute and come
Alive in the music of our
Deepest lack of inhibitions.