Poetry

Poetry
(to me)

is the unmistakable look of love
sparkling in another’s eyes
Tender interaction between mother and child
no matter what species
this love needs no words.

Poetry is
music of the wind as it plays
for leaves and grass to dance
or,
lifts waves to rise up, crest
wanting to be seen.

Poetry is
in the man or woman, alone
wandering with shopping cart
transporting their home
from one street to another
to begin again, anew.

It’s in the rain which plays
its own symphony of words
a slow, slow, tickled trickle on skin
or, the mighty roar of gigantic waterfalls.

Poetry is life in perpetual motion

This moment now
each new thought given as a kiss
to lips which open with the
eagerness of petals waiting new days
touch of morning dew.

~*~

Love is poetry
Romantics are addicted
Poets are its slave.

~*~

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Author: Daydreamer

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35 thoughts on “Poetry”

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  5. Yes, poetry that is able to walk and talk and sing and rest. It is pure love. To be able to write inside every breath, so beautiful. I love the last phrase and the “tickled trickle” of thoughts here.

    Sorry so late, little people take precedence over other things. 🙂

  6. This moment now
    each new thought given as a kiss
    to lips which open with the
    eagerness of petals waiting new days
    touch of morning dew.

    sweet lines 🙂

  14. Poetry is the earth… it is in our soul! It’s there when no one else is. You’ve described poetry to a “T”.

  17. You’ve defined poetry well, Bren. I came to the dVerse prompt late today, thus won’t write to it; but I don’t need to. You have said it all.

  18. Pretty and thorough and seriously romantic, addicted, enslaved to the poetic self within that is stirred by so much as you say quite well, amazingly well here. Great poem on poetry!

  21. Poetry gives life itself access into our world, and allows us to enter directly into life’s forces. Your images span that spectrum of what life itself offers us of itself. That we find love there, through poetry, is truly amazing. Your poem is a true reflection on this power.

  23. I’m with Claudia…poetry is in everything that touches the soul of each person…that’s what makes it unique.
    Thanks for sharing.
    Peace,
    Siggi in Downeast Maine

  26. Once again you shared your gift of poetry, Bren … this so beautifully said … so beautiful … Thank you … Love you

  27. This moment now
    each new thought given as a kiss
    to lips which open with the
    eagerness of petals waiting new days
    touch of morning dew.

    Very beautiful…

  28. Poetry is into many things. We see it such if we care to appreciate. It’s because ‘Poetry is life in perpetual motion’ Very well crafted, Bren!

    Hank

  29. I LOVE THIS!!!! My favorite among my many favorites of your poems. I especially love the last three lines…….WOWZERS! You knocked this one out of the park. And it’s a BIG park!!

  32. Love is poetry
    Romantics are addicted
    Poets are its slave.

    Truer words I cannot imagine. Thanks.

  34. The tender interaction between mother and child
    no matter what species
    this love needs no words….you caught me early on with that one…love your walk through of each layer…i particularly like poetry as the homeless as well…poetry is in the perpetual movement of life…like that much bren…

  35. you touch an important topic with this cause i think there’s poetry in everything and real poetry is always connected to real life and emotions..

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