Poetry Is
Poetry is the song unwritten;
the libretto, yet to hear its applause
blossoms before their budding,
petals wondering to unfold
breezes anticipating, – wafts at
their fragrant ready, to lift and
charmingly hold
It is the thought, before the thinking
words before their form – a pulse
of lyrical projection, sweet exhale
moving us fondly along;
man's soul inspired dearly, for God's hand
the contour of each endearing phrase –
it is God's inflection highlighted
by the Poet's illustrious glaze....
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