Poetry - a Poets Autobiography-W
A poet is often bombarded by the meaning of words
He got to have a physical relationship with language
With the structural elements like couplets and stanzas
Using imagery, rhymes of myriad emotions to manage.
Language and structure with imagination and expression
In my veins like an unfertilized egg I need to feel poetry,
With traffic-jammed in my thought-polluted brain session
I strip teased my desire that breathes into the oral cavity.
The things touched with love will surely have a voice
Touch the strings of a violin, feel how music is created
Strong wind creates lyrical sound among trees to rejoice
At the mere touch of love, every poet gets mused.
Poetry is words in best order, best words in best order
It is language at its most distilled and most powerful
There is no denying, poetry says more in words fewer,
If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash cool.
It is indeed a spontaneous over flow of powerful feelings
Taking its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility
Boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions
Held together by soft, tough skin of words of quality.
One can’t give order to a person to write a poem instant
As much as command birth of a child to woman pregnant.
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