well, poetry begins by suspending reason,
unnaming and renaming everything ,
taking apart the small parts and making one big metaphor.
calling a flower your lover,
or pain as a roses thorn,
a smile as the sun,
a frown as a crescent moon,
and of course stars ,
they have to be included,
as sparkling,
butterflies are forbidden in modern poems,
as are roses, to which I alluded,
my bad , though,
I see poetry as anything
you feel deep enough to
try to write a poem about
and makes you feel