Poetry Is Inbreeding

Truth be told poetry is inbred, breeding deep within the soul, latching onto thought’s untold, creating tunes of rhyme in time harmony flowing through the mind Spilling out into a verse of sonnet. Written down about this place, With mercy and grace.. Whirling though the air freely capturing dreams from nowhere, entering the eye going to the soul, Testing others thought’s of harmony. Creating connections of minds, all different but match others minds, Creating a bond as an open book Bound by a match-book of words. The Inbreeding of a Poets Poetry