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