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Poetry

A collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.

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by frog_rainfall

by frog_rainfall

7/6/22

In life, there is poetry

From the beginning to the end, our life is of that

For a poet, without it we would be nothing

All we feel can only be properly expressed by poetry

By words we can share our world

From form to freehand, we use what comes naturally to us

When spoken, we are misunderstood

But written, we are heard

When grief cries you to sleep

When you look at your love and see the sun

When you smile at a stranger walking past

That is poetry

It does not take an extraordinary life to be a poet

Many look at the poet and see an other

An other, far from reach and so very different from them

All it takes is to look

Open your eyes and see life

See life and you will see poetry

Sit in your room during a rainstorm

Curled beneath your nest of blankets

With the window open

To hear the rain beating down against the earth

That is poetry

Sit beneath the stars on a clear night

Look at the night sky as if you are hanging off the earth

Look down into space as if you could fall in at any moment

Feel that slight bit of vertigo

That is poetry

Hear the laughter of a child

The call of a coyote

The whistle of the wind

The story of a stranger

That is poetry