Poetry
Doesn't have to rhyme
It just has to feel
It has to have a heart
Of life; a living thing
That beats, breathes,
Loves, cries
Observes, Ponders
Poetry
Is for the grandest of grand
And the smallest of small
Both the sun
And the firefly.
Poetry
Reaches into folds
And creases
And hidden spaces
That holds darkness
And brightens them
With a light of understanding
Poetry
Is a mirror, a music
Is birth, life, death
Humanity and divinity
Everything and
Just words
On a screen.