WHAT IS POETRY?
Poetry is as magic
That leaves both
Charmer and charmed
Desiring an encore
Poetry is as a rare delicacy
The kind of which
You desire to eat all you can
And still keep all in a can
Poetry is like sweet wine
The older it becomes
The sweeter it gets
And inebriation is easily forgiven
Poetry is as a spider’s webbing
Your fight for extrication
Derives its purpose
From an ensuing desire for entanglement
Poetry is like a great painting
Finished yet lacking
Those needed ingredients
Only you can contrive
Poetry is like the mist
That caresses the cheeks
However, it disappears abruptly
Leaving behind a payload of memories
Poetry is like the occasion
That provides the pomp
While you bring the ceremony
Together, you both, steering the tides for patrimony!
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