"What is Poetry" She Asked

My eyes scrunched under furrowed brow,
awaiting some inspiration, with forlorn hope.

“Well poems are words”, I said, hesitantly, and..

“I know lots of words” said she,
“that flow and swirl in imagination
making patterns of colours
like entwined rainbows in a
clear bright morning sky;
and as they fall upon the sands of time
leave a fragrance of meaning
and memories behind
which somehow defy the dry,
naked dictionary definitions,
as if they were mere skeletons
until adorned with a heart and soul
and find a secret music
to which they dance through mind
to pour out onto the stage of life.”

She, my muse, she knows what poetry is;
and I never will.

Weeping willow
Beautiful flow of words,loved it. :}

jinjahman
I love this one. one great evocative sentence

Fay Slimm
The muse knows poetry well and the words which she uses are here in this piece, penned with your stylish talent to the pleasure of all who will read... you have written music indeed David.

Mike
That's it, for sure... your muse has answered so well... the words hold more meanings than they are supposed to, more feelings, even answers... so profound and unexpected...

ron flowers
And there you have it. The answer to what is poetry.

wojja fink
Wow!!! David, you cannot still be alive after having said that surely, it's just so other worldly wonderful!!!

sonetta
well lucky you! i'd hold on to her if i were you.... :)