Poetry Is...
...a journey
...to magical places
never seen....never been to...
...places...we don't wish
to be...
places...we'd rather be...
...a palette...
paints the world
black...white...
yellow....green...blue...
...white doves fly somewhere
some places...
red covers the atmosphere
...a bucket
of faces...names...moments
we remember
or forget
....a potpourri...
of sweet nothings
curses
promises, broken
unheard conversations
...of bleeding hearts,
feelings reciprocated,
smiles, escaping from
contented lips
...of lovers, riding
tandem bikes
flying kites
planning
dreaming...
unending
...of grips
loosening
leaving...
still, we breathe
still, we exist...
Poetry is anything...tangible...invisible
Poetry is US....the WORLD....
(10W X 10)
Sally
Copyright October 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan