Poetry

The punch of the ‘p’ that pounces

Off my tongue up into my mind

Where it cracks the peace.

Pulling my thoughts into exploration.

Placing the world on a different axis.

Spinning and spinning until it finds the

Perfect letters to string together

To strike the personal conscience

In a whirl of profundity. 

The “o,” a gasp of surprise

Opening the hidden with a one-size-fits-all key

Making the clear opaque and the opaque clear.

Obliterating the falsified truths

Like an omen, glaring into your soul,

Ready to overthrow every thought you

Thought you knew.

The echo of the “e” as it emerges

From humanity, the everlasting energy

Of unparalleled empathy.

Say it with me, “poetry,”

Can you feel the epiphanies emanating

From the very essence of

The word.

Which leads to the truth of the “t”

A verbal bullet tearing into the temporal lobe

Telling tales of ancient times

Commenting on our present

Traveling into the future.

The word “poetry” tantalizes the mind

Into stalled time

Treading the inky waters of tessellated paper. 

It ends with the “ry”

The smooth blend of airy and hard.

No other word packs the intensity

Of overpowering clarity.

Each syllable holding a deeper meaning,

Each feeling different to every reader.

Poetry is my favorite word.