Poetry to me is the elegance of a moment transmitted from the mind, to the marvel of entwined
words choreographed by the master, called inspiration.
Poetry is a way to let out all the bottled up emotional energy. It’s grabbing that second, hour,
week or month and signing it up for immortality.
Poetry is throwing out there, a heritage of love for the generations to come. It is pausing in
anticipation of auspicious times.
Poetry is letting the words find their place. It is giving them the opportunity to discover
each other in a sentence, blend or stand out in its sublimity.
Without poetry, we would not know where to put it all. It is a gift ( like many others ) to
treasure and keep alive. It is to be shared, for without giving it over, it dies. It lies in a
dark draw, in wait of the admiring glance. For cognizance in a family gathering or a wider
Its viability depends on it. We don’t do it any favor to keep it possessively from the strangers
Poetry is the essence, the core of what makes us free spirits. Deprived of it, we would have
felt as prisoners, hands tied behind our backs.
This is what poetry means to me.
What does poetry do to you?