Light of poetry


The thing about poetry,
Or whatever I feel is poetry,
Is no frills, no spare words,
Only bones given
To be filled with imagination
Of whoever reads
The lines, or between;
The appeal of poetry for me
Is in getting my feels,
My thoughts , my words right,
the only thing that matters,
The only thing making me write
I know no other way
That makes my heart see light …
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Inspired by the prompt @ Toads and Reena’s exploration challenge

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0 thoughts on “Light of poetry”

  1. ‘Only bones given to be filled with imagination’ made me see imagination in a totally different light. I always thought it was in the head.
    Thanks for sharing this!

  2. Really liked the idea of reading between – those things we feel, those things hinted at with poetic words

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