the petri of poetry
is grown from our emotions.
like mold,
they spore into growth
with every twist of anger
or jerk of sadness,
even happiness scribes
a plot of words to show
that poetry is not just
a bunch of tiny words
bunched together
to make sense of some set meaning.
understanding is half the battle.
it could be one verse
or a book of only 3,
the poems and the lives of those
are what should inspire us
to continue the tradition
through our own lined path.
write out your whim.
