Poetry, Our Intimate Voice

Poetry is the push behind the wave – the brilliance sparking light – the poet, a wonder-er and wanderer...drawing illumination from wells of glistening shadows – never pondering the where and when, his focus always toward, the Almighty How... Never seeking the there and then, making of complex mysteries bite-size, digestible pieces -- compositions of an omnipotent God's, ever illusive, Eternal Now... no work of mere description will do... each ensuing articulation, an evolution – as Darwin observed his Galapagos, like so, all creation evolves by man's conscious and unconscious sensing – The poet, no predetermined puppet; but, in fact, a Literary Diviner – believing his practice – man's personal enunciation through his ever greater revelation of words – dipping his fanciful quill into the ink of a publishing universe – dripping reams of infinite pages – poetry, our intimate voice of never-ending possibilities...