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What Is Poetry?

Maybe anything can be poetry?

Some say that…

I’m not so sure

Doesn’t feel quite right

Notes alone

Aren’t music

Paint

Without the brush

And a soft touch

Isn’t a painting

Talking

Isn’t

Singing


But


Can anything be poetry?


What is it that makes certain things art

And other things

Ingredients?


There is a difference

Between a meal

And the groceries

Some spice has to be added

Some seasoning

Something human

And then it transforms

Into a meal

Into

Art.


These words

Have the potential

To do something similar

I just need

The right sequence

The right spice’s


And


Something human.


-C.H.

 
 
 

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