Monday, April 9, 2012

Poetry (4-26-01)

Poetry is a fun-house mirror
that bends and warbles and confuses
and yet affirms the realities of life's images

Poetry is a reflection on still waters
that blurs the horizon between
the touchable and the unattainable

Poetry is a window through which
one may view another's world
through their eyes and fingertips

Poetry is a sharp edged glass
that cuts through all ropes and boundaries
straight to the bloody trueness that lies in all things

Poetry is a rear-view mirror
looking back at the scattered leaves
and black birds along side the tire tracks of an old chevy

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