It’s All Poetry
I wake to a morning alive with poetry.
To those with eyes to see, they know what I speak of. It’s about much more than simple words.
It’s the red of the rising sun against the smoldering clouds of a passing storm on the heels of dawn breaking. It’s the horrid, scratching, call of the raven leaving goosebumps trailing down my spine. It’s the feeling that settles over me as I take a smoke break pondering a Dali print and feeling my afternoon slip into evening.
“Poetry” is the call to respond to that inspiration in whatever medium overtakes you. It is the desire to capture a moment you never want to forget. It is a pain so bitter, the only road to healing is found through expression. It is a love so strong you can feel yourself slipping away on a sea of rainbows and butterflies…
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