Simply Poetry

A craft.

Delivered deliberately divining my message.

Lyrical sway to a breeze in the wind

Lyrical way to allow it all in -

and Art.

A package to send at the core of it's medium.

A package in which, all is indeed.

Just at the core of the message I plead.

Poetry not only evolves (and devolves) into everything a story or song could need.

It's simply a machine that allows to see exactly what he has and what he needs.

I, and us all, were born with a love for art.

I, and us all, were born with a love for the way a story is told.

Poetry allows my songs to be sung.

Poetry allows my flag it be flung

Poetry is madness.

It's a jumble of thoughts swirling and screaming in a sea just of the edge of a wandering mind.

It's a careless toss of norms to the wind as the words we spit fly about in all directions.

Poetry is fluid. Follow if you can.

It's not longer about you or me. It's not longer about all that may be.

A man in a room (or perhaps several more..) are reading and writing and waiting.

That man there is you.

How than, am I to convey?

The power or prowess that flows through my mind.

the words left on a page or the words left behind bereft I am sitting and completely am speechless when it all may fall on deaf ears.

The power of poetry is simply one thing - to convey the feelings all of us are feeling

but the problem I write is a problem quite clear

When it all may fall on deaf ears.