Poetry is first light greeting dawn,
the last flicker of dusk,
and all between.
Poetry is reality. It is a dream.
Poetry is a soft whisper
before gentle kiss,
prelude to tenderness.
Poetry is proclamation of love.
Poetry asks its seekers to feel,
to listen, to empathize
and hear the voice beyond lines.
Poetry gives of itself many times.
Poetry is the beat of heartfelt lyric,
the anthem of generation,
proclamation demanding truth.
Poetry is the search for the feeling & understanding.
Poetry is ancient story,
parable or verse
passed from tribal generation to another.
Poetry is memory beyond its time.
I awaken as the resonance of poetry
resurrects another day from slumber,
and it tries to hold onto essential dreams
for they become true,
I awaken to vibrations of poetry
inside me....