What IS poetry? Is it the long winded description of something un-see-able? Un-touchable? The sweet worded sonnet to a lover past? Is it the angry slam-type, ram-type, in-your-face-words-that-come-on-like-a freight train? Is poetry soft? Structured hard like a haiku? (Flower-Petaled rain?) Is it rhythm like a sonnet of old? Or free, like crumpled-trash-origami in the rain gutter? Hot and sexy? Licking you inside, upside, downside, roundside? Or does it simply state? Naw, poetry is all this, and none. All that, and then some. Poetry is the clip clop of horse hoofs on cobblestone. The baby crying in the airline. Poetry is perspective. Pure and simple.
-Becca 2023
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