Poetry
To put on paper
that which is true
to make indelible
that which is hidden
and to accentuate
that which we like covered.
This is the essence of poetry
to turn a boy into a believer.
In a cold mould
where words have no meaning,
the warmth of truth permeates
giving life to words and meaning to life.
where deepset feelings are marked as weaknesses
and only cold hard facts and figures stand on praise's pedestal
therein comes poetry to unveil a truth
that a man is just a boy.
So then I see it in everything around me,
in the most oblique of buildings
and opaque of circumstances.
I savour its flavour in the air around me
and smell its scent in every tree and animal
I hear it in every echoing melody
whether by a the blue honey bird
or by a love struck believer.
And I touch it in the gentle caress of flowing hair
or the cold hard surface of a number's book,
but most of all, I can whisper it to you.
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