Poetry Is

Poetry is the song unwritten; the libretto, yet to hear its applause blossoms before their budding, petals wondering to unfold breezes anticipating, – wafts at their fragrant ready, to lift and charmingly hold It is the thought, before the thinking words before their form – a pulse of lyrical projection, sweet exhale moving us fondly along; man's soul inspired dearly, for God's hand the contour of each endearing phrase – it is God's inflection highlighted by the Poet's illustrious glaze....