Poetry
stands us on the overlook of the forest
and makes us see the ladybug
in the shade
of an indistinguishable tree.
Poetry
takes time for the janitor
no one has ever spoken to.
Poetry
gives voice to the frightened child
and the bird who forgot how to sing.
Poetry
smells like the garbage in the apartment
of a 5-day drunk
letting us wonder
whether it is his heart or his mind that is broken.
Poetry
turns a pacifist into a powerhouse.
Poetry
wraps words into presents
becoming gifts of love
and breaths of life
in our common humanity.
Poetry
makes us sticky on the floor of a movie house
or bad caramel apple decisions,
and unfortunate one-night rendezvous.
Poetry
puts portals at impenetrable walls.
Poetry
brings salvation to the Atheist,
hell to the saint,
equality to both.
Poetry
makes room for love
regardless how redundant
or naive.
Poetry
bleeds on our behalf
that we might die a thousand deaths
and live to die again.
Poetry
makes the forgotten glaring,
the trivial a celebrity,
and illuminates the streets as a marquee
for what had once been insignificant.
Poetry is a spotlight.
Everything is a star.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
Poetry
stands us on the overlook of the forest
and makes us see the ladybug
in the shade
of an indistinguishable tree.
Poetry
takes time for the janitor
no one has ever spoken to.
Poetry
gives voice to the frightened child
and the bird who forgot how to sing.
Poetry
smells like the garbage in the apartment
of a 5-day drunk
letting us wonder
whether it is his heart or his mind that is broken.
Poetry
turns a pacifist into a powerhouse.
Poetry
wraps words into presents
becoming gifts of love
and breaths of life
in our common humanity.
Poetry
makes us sticky on the floor of a movie house
or bad caramel apple decisions,
and unfortunate one-night rendezvous.
Poetry
puts portals at impenetrable walls.
Poetry
brings salvation to the Atheist,
hell to the saint,
equality to both.
Poetry
makes room for love
regardless how redundant
or naive.
Poetry
bleeds on our behalf
that we might die a thousand deaths
and live to die again.
Poetry
makes the forgotten glaring,
the trivial a celebrity,
and illuminates the streets as a marquee
for what had once been insignificant.
Poetry is a spotlight.
Everything is a star.
