Why, Poetry

Like a vintage letter,
so fragile to open,
I admire its beauty for what it brings.
Opening
I read the lines,
using my voice first,
getting the rhythm
and style mapped out.
After finishing,
I read it again,
instinct taking over,
“What was the Poet trying to say?”
Poetry written—
is a soul, encased in a locked box of words,
waiting to be seen
by those who understand
it.
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Like holding a butterfly,
I admire the seconds and minutes spent
with it and then release it back to the world.
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"A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure." ~Charlie Chaplin
Spectacularly crafted 😀
Regards
Roy
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I really appreciate it Roy! Thank you!
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Pleasure all mine 😊
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Finally! Someone who understands poetry. I just posted a mad rant and insulted half of the poets on here but I’m glad some people still understand.
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This is lovely, with beautiful imagery. Lifted my spirit
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I’m glad and thank you for always writing
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ThankYOU
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So delicate !
Its just so beautiful, I loved it 🙂
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That means a lot, thank you!
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