Unable to let feelings come to just slide by,
all poets feel life in tender seeing eyes.
Life marinates in a poet's empathy-rife heart,
to then cradle lay emotion in their core
until every angle of feel has been stored.
All a poet reality-feels is written unconcealed
as is somehow required of and for their zeal.
If a poet lives it, they give it deliberate depth
for such is essential to their very breath.
Poets wear a same colored, large-sized bruise
from years of hearing devastating world news.
New's blues lights many a poet's tender fuse.
Empathy demands a poet's sympathy clarity.
Poets take from piles of desperate density
to hopefully give it credible, helpful intensity.
Love, birth, death, life's complexities and simplicities
charge poetic awe, humor and emotional flexibilities.
... CayCay Jennings
May 8, 2018
That was not a windmill, it was
a beautiful wings-cutting mechanism
with a vitreous red peacock inside
who puts a solar edged Venice afternoon in motion
in a gentle blue square
into which we stuck our wings
so that our heavier-than-air bodies could happily flutter
with one thousand and one flexibilities
on the ethereal geometry above the roofs
where pharaonic flags pompously glorify us
as large cosmic objects pushing comets towards the others
in a fireworks game of our honeymoon…
and, suddenly we found ourselves down:
no, it was definitely not a windmill!
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Learning,
Where a subject,
Defines itself,
To understand,
The concept of existence.
Growth,
Always having a problem,
Knowledge analyses it,
Where a system,
Seeks a solution.
Technique,
Sensitivity of a Job,
Experience gains strength,
Skill counts capabilities,
Where maturity did it.
Benefit,
A priority of achievements,
Encouragement for satisfaction,
To accelerate the positiveness,
Or a nature of smoothness.
Demand,
Manner of qualities,
Needs confirmed It,
Maintenance approved,
Flexibilities and stability,
Supply,
A chain of growth,
A passage of gain,
Confirmation of benefits,
Or a surety of a Job.