Some Thoughts on Poetry
Poetry is what makes the world seem real.
It’s like the dregs at the bottom of a vat of ale
the sediment in a cask of wine, the worm in your tequila.
Poetry is born in the mind, but comes from the heart.
It is the idea of love, the vision of beauty
and the notion of happiness.
Poetry is instinctive, but never finished
filled with powerful emotions
inspired from never-known sources.
Poetry is limited, as the brush limits the artist
the instrument limits the musician,
the camera limits the filmmaker.
Its limits are its words.