How Poetry Began

How Poetry Began There was no explosion in the voided void No weight to metal or components foreign formed Science and religion married off their children Philosophy and rhyme were named They were circular at first and they too gave birth To reason and jungles minding their own business Triangles triangulated, circulated in an ink filled well Pulled up like the dark ooze and tar That once was dinosaur remains Set upon the quill or filled the pen of mighty men To dot humanity with a verse It was suggested, the first delicate words arrived In gold parlors lined in silk, over saffron tea Reading leaves to young maidens who, surprised Touched by lovers on the bosom from behind In actuality Poetry began inside a cave right over there That’s it! Just on the cliff outside the cave Just past the very next thought Sitting side by side on this once empty page Of memory and age, hanging on the edge Passion, rage, love and silver birds Got their start out there as well Created on 9/12/14 for How Poetry Began- Poetry Contest