Poetry In Motion

Why do they say poetry in motion?

I think it’s quite the redundant notion

Because what could be more animated

Than the magical words you’ve created

Poetry can be real fast

Words I say already past

Poetry can be real slow

Like watching a stream as it flows

Poetry can be quite deep

These acid raindrops, into my heart the seep

Poetry can be quite light

A soaring balloon reaching great heights

Poetry can touch your soul

It reaches to grab you and as it takes hold

It moves you in ways you’ve never been shown

My words start to encode, your mind will explode

Into chunks everywhere like grass freshly mowed.

Poetry can be a symphony

Causing an inner-self apiphany

It can be the twinkle in your eye

The sparkle in the tears from which you cry

The changing of moral on which you rely

Poetry can give you wings. Let you fly

Up above the clouds- oh so high

But unlike Iccarus you will not fry

See, in poetry you cannot die…

Unless of course you wish to die

In which case poetry can happily oblige

So you can breathe your last breath, sigh your last sigh

Poetry reminds you that you’re not just ‘some guy’

You are you and you lead your own life

Through and through the pain and strife

Because your not just ‘some man’, you’re a poet

And god dang the world better know it

You may not be loved you may not be prized

But you will sure as heck be recognized

And let haters hate, ‘cause that’s what they’ll do

They’re just jealous of me and you

Because poetry is like a ball of clay

It changes shape with every word that I say

Poetry is all of these and more

It shivers your bones and rattles you core

Poetry can do lots, but most of all

It helps me break through the cell wall

To a great place of inspiration

Solid thought, unhindered contemplation

And all you need is a drop of pure imagination.