Poetry Is

Poetry is the moment when the heart, Enters the silence and hears the loudest burst of light, The darkest fear, the most innocent tear… The blazing passion, the roaring of faith, the memory, The promise, the invaluable moment between… Today and yesterday, the mystery, the shadow, the chance To know what it is to feel, to breath, to see, to dream. Poetry is the story beneath the words, The pouring out of heartbreak and the sea Boldly spraying the haunted beach, The echo of a prayer in the forest of words, Soothing and silent, a soundless still, colored By grace, truth, feelings blurred by the music – Playing wildly and benignly, like the words Who promise to provide a way from the heart, Washing away the darkness and leaving a trail of light, A trail speckled with kindness and insights, Sprinkled with the reassurance of autumn’s sunrise And peppered with the wonders of forever… Poetry is alive, yet it speaks of death like a lover. Poetry is clever, yet it is simplistic and often unheard. Poetry is my heart, poured out to the world!