I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself.
I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
Poetry is a kinetic arrangement of static syllables.
Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it.
Poetry is an exhibit of one pendulum connecting with other and unseen pendulums inside and outside the one seen.
And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.
Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.