What is poetry - can it be called as a slow burning frisson of emotions woven with threads of language making the language and emotions inseparable like the blood and the bones or the muse and the poet..?
You are poetry,
beautiful
but unfathomable sometimes
because
you are written with
a certain virtuosity
for the abstract,
but in a language uttered by the heart
and blood from its chambers…
which not many rightly understand,
except,
perhaps the poet himself
or,
sometimes me.
But that doesn't diminish your worth,
for you are poetry,
don't ask me why
my words will fail to answer that;
but,
if you ask my senses,
they will tell you why,
why you are poetry
that not many understand.
why you are poetry
that not many understand.
