What is Poetry?

I believe that the best poems are like sturdy trees. The roots are firmly planted in the very truest and deepest of reality, and the branches reach out and flower into elegant fantasies. My little scribbles are unestablished saplings. Progress is slow, but I like to believe that I can see my young trees growing a little stronger and taller every year.

A wrack of sunset cloud,
A lonely tree,
A child's laughing face,
A stormy sea...
The rhythmic pulse of life
And fantasy
Come dance together,
Making poetry. 

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