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Define Poetry. |
| What is poetry? The question still resonates In my mind as, hours later, I sit at my desk, Pen poised over paper, Trying to will the words to come, Trying to remember exactly when, I began to do this thing: When images first were somehow Caught from their erratic flight, Pinned onto pages, and the flow of Emotions somehow converged Into pools of thought, Defined by rhythm, rhyme-or not. I see how poetry like students gray and blend, One genre so like another, Yet remain individuals, Always a fleeting definition, Never quite one thing or another, Ever existing. |