sometimes
questions come of age
in
an age of sweetness dawned
some
semi circle arranged in patterns
without
which our lives lie dormant
here,
in our wondrous days
we
softly ponder meaning
define
please essence of poetry
without
which I'm only dreaming
well
dear, 'tis not a definition
to
wonder and berate
we've
come to know a why of life
when
we write words on page
to
think begins a journey
into
the mind of us
settles
for us ever more
what's
good about this fuss
good
can find many meanings
as
bad can find one's sad
elegance
of finite solution
begins
each day at dawn
to
answer your good question
about
poetry's erudite parade
we
must here find a purpose
to
why these words get arranged
poetry
doesn't tell those facts
which
prose must duly report
poetry
tells how you feel
about
this new discourse
emotions
laid upon a page
where
feelings come to front
how
did you react to the news
with
love or real discomfort
do
you like these events
or
do they make you sad
how
could you find solace
in
both good and bad
so
there, in a nutshell
we've
shelled this beast again
telling
all there is to know
about
one plan of man
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