I look, finding myself somewhere between a dream
Sitting on a drop cloth of spilled words used to paint
Portraits of presumption

Poetry is a chance to create new landscapes
with splashes of words
laying open emotions dancing across reams of paper
showing

Poetry is,
The color of black, an understanding that reflects from the page, reaching the folds within our mind, touching

Poetry is a sunset
As the sun hugs the earth.

Poetry is an infant
Right after the birth.

Poetry is a cool breeze
On a warm

Poetry is not just a field of flowers

lazing along a winding river.

Some poetry is a sliver

of jagged emotions splattered