Reading poetry is
to be able to reach,
to touch without physical contact
to feel another's emotions
while they speak transparent images
unseen, but felt
through the blinding words portrayed.
Pre-life, Life, Death, Life again.
Eternal Existence through personal beliefs.
All trigger topics in poetry,
answered the same for everyone.
Topics openly written for all to catch.
Nature ... exists as a mystical mist
blowing from within words
bent from a recognized true meaning
to whatever fits the situation.
Love. Hate. Hurt.
Sometimes even in that order.
Only aggressive, artistic licenses
warped through a steaming process
much like curving a straight piece of oak.
Rules of composition ignored
yet ... followed out of respect
for our third grade teachers.
Thanks Mrs. Mac G.