Poetry Is 4

Poetry is, a Martial Art. To give, receive angled view, looks and feels, old and new. Moves softly, with lethality. Delivers strikes out of chaos ballet. Focusing, on vulnerabilities. The battle ensues, in the yin and yang, ebb and flow. Each 'rain, drops the bow, in lieu tenanting the blow by blow. Beauty and pain. "I call this one the "look at me now b itches, I am a butterfly now, technique." ~Caterpillar