The secret of poetry is, that it triggers our unconscious

Poems trigger our collective unconscious and create an intuitive

The golden Dragon flies high and low,

Bringing gifts of peace to those you know,

The dragon flies but is never seen,

Except

She reads the words of others

And as her mind and thoughts wonder through

That make believe world she has entered into

THE WATCHMEN

Were chasing horizons down beyond the daybreak of clouds.
Tracing the silver lining on black with our fingertips.
The

There must be a secret to poetry and prose. What separates one from the other? Is it the rhythm of the spoken word in the