What Is Poetry

What is poetry? Perhaps it’s in the eye of the beholder, Or a vehicle to vent and ease weight’s from ones shoulder. Poetry is expressing feelings within the limits of scarce, Then writing sentences down but arranged in reverse. A deep conscious view of profound thought and insight But with me it’s pure luck if I ever happen to get it right. To attempt this dreaded art I must, as what else can I do! As I try to connect connections from sublime to askew Alas, I know little of poetry. Of its forms and rhythm, Just try to scribble rhyme and make some sense with ‘em. But continue I shall and enjoy all the wrong I shall write, As it fills the day and sometimes shortens the night. Will I continue to create poetry in the wake of a thought? Or perhaps something more profound should be sought. But as a hobby its bliss as I read and attempt to rhyme, Maybe I will create something worthy one day, in time.