what i love about poetry

poetry doesn't talk
or converse

it yells, screams
simmers, caresses
electrifies, vivifies
soars, carries, raps
pampers, wraps
dreams, dances
laments, soothes
embraces, catapoults
the truth, the
zoetic gold
of the heart

even if tainted, alloyed,
buried, misshapen,
domesticated,
melted, newly formed

the gold,
if you dare

read it,
if you dare

wear it
unveils the
24 karat
jewelry of the
human heart

write through it
write in it
write around it
write under and over
write inside
write above and below
write outside
right outside,
right above and below
right inside
right under and over
right around
right in
right through
write on,
right on!

don't stop the birds
from flight

  or the trees from
  touching the sky

don't stop the
ladybugs from
eating aphids

   or the anole lizards
   from changing colors

don't stop the
whales from
migrating oceans

   or the caterpillars
   from emerging
   as monarchs

don't stop the
wildflowers from
blooming beauty

    or the moon for
    waxing her sphere

don't stop the
earth from turning

   or my heart from
   beating and listening
   to the sublime

and especially

don't stop the poets
from spreading
their ink everywhere!

imagine
all
heartbeats
beating
as one

taming  
mind
spirit
soul &
body

to the
sound
of peace
and well
being

and hearing
the earth
sigh