The Art of Poetry

"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." ~Mary Oliver. Poetry is like the ripples in a placid pond, Like the burst of inspiration… Seize its beauty before everything quietens down. Nimble-footed, the poetic muse, barrels down on you like the runaway train, Like the moment of passion, Like the glimpse of a beautiful face in the milling crowd, Like the flash of lightning in the dark foreboding clouds, Like taking a dip in the flaming lava and emerging fresh like a well-watered lawn. She ensnares you in her web stinging like a wasp… Dazed, you would let her lead you into a labyrinth knowing you’ll get lost. Unable to woo your muse you would stare stupefied at the blank sheet of paper, Like getting fatally stabbed and unable to die, Like running out of paints just moments before completing your masterpiece. Poetry is the staple of life Elixir of mind At once, captivating and liberating. ~11/19/22 ~Contest: Poetry is a life-cherishing force ~Sponsor: Sotto Poet.