ABOUT POETRY

It’s not the words

Although as we try harder

Love becomes the only thing we hunger 

It’s not the sound

They are merely echoes

In the hollow chambers of Time

A state of simple being

Is what it is: aren’t we all sick of

The complexes of the New Age???

Don’t take the bloodless words seriously

If your heart runs like a restless bride

We are who we are---a simple fact no less

Miraculous than any other

We are extremely lucky that we’re different

From each other & poetry is what brings us closer

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foto by: Nicholas J. Bryan