Poetry is…

Poetry is a walk through the woods,
An exploration of wilderness.
It is the language of the imagination and the passions –
In which man explores his own amazement.
The crystal clear flow rushes swiftly along the lake
As the rhythmical form of words flow through my mind.
Gazing at the versatile and symbolic tree,
I feel a spontaneous outflow of powerful feelings and emotions.
Birds chirp and twitter just as emotion has found its thought and As the thought has found the words.
The vivid image in front of my eyes shines and glows,
As a concentrated blend of sound and imagery is made.
I yelled at the top of my lungs,
Asking my own shadow to dance.
The shadow dances, resembling poetry in beauty,
As well as,
The evocation of feeling.

Poetry is...

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