This is poetry

Poetry is like a double ended key-

One half for the poet to reach into the reader

The other for the reader to get a sneak peek into the true being of the poet.

The poet shows the reader their true self

While the reader becomes one with the writer.

The key opens up each heart-

Feeling each emotion, touch, and sound . . .

And suddenly wind becomes a kiss from the invisible,

And stars become fireflies flown too high.

And dreary evenings become sleepless nights,

And now words are no longer words,

But bridges.

And then-

All too soon...

The poet ends the piece.

And the door shuts.

This is poetry.



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