Now Those Were Poetry

Not certain that poetry should be described as much as written – I mean, to write about a star, is one thing...but to absorb and likely radiate seems the brighter reason for Light; myself feeling that we are better a-lined with creation when less fanfare and greater in the art of becoming – (no poet writes poetry...but writes in a way prompting the reader to exclaim: Now that’s poetry!) I mean, does a rose need read some other blossom before its own singularity? And surely a dramatic sky and awe inspiring mountain summit, knew how before mixing pigments, counting grains, measuring real-estate, then estimating a proper footing – other than for inspiration needing no prior thought as to what came first or if solid foundations must be ascribed before additions made – accepting as fact, that we are somehow all linked, and each builds upon the surface of a wondrous other… thus poetry should be simple, spontaneous… which has nothing to do with lack of complexity, or the long and often tedious dedication going into works – I say only that poetry should not be strained... which is what happens when lacking truth, and needing excess filling or stretching if to be recognized. Excluding grand-dad’s fish tales – Now those were Poetry!