Monday, 3 August 2015

Poetry is

Poetry is

Flying without wings
Uplift without a breath of wind
Dancing on the air
While still firmly on our feet.

Yes Poetry is

The gift to put to music,
the images that come.
Weaving words to give them life
and movement of their own.

Oh Poetry is

Insight and observation.
A longing to crystallise,
into permanence,
rhyme and reason for it all.

Except Poetry is

The ability to see things afresh,
to understand the nuances
and on the shifting carpet

So Poetry is 

Conflict at the core.
As joys and sorrows surge
we rise and we fall.
At the mercy of time’s passage,

while in the current standing still.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
August 2015

Taupo, New Zealand

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