Poetry for me
And poetry to me
Without a shadow of doubt
Is a light that never goes out
Poetry has been a bright light
That has shined through
Again and again
Since its initial introduction
To my life
From the very beginning
But with no end
Poetry has been like sunlight
That always shines
And something special that I’ve always
Been able to call mine
Poetry has been a full row of
Self illuminating light bulbs
With no off switch anywhere
As I’ve always been fully aware
Of not only its presence
But also its impactful and artistic nature
Poetry has been energy that never leaves
And constantly radiates and permeates
With a poetic glow
Poetry has been with me
Sparking itself this entire time
And being ever so sublime
Even with or without any rhymes
Penned or typed
Written or spoken
As I’ve always embraced a more
Visual aspect and portrayal of poetry
But never a betrayal of the art itself
For poetry to me and my life
Has been unlike anything else
Both describable and indescribable
Simultaneously
Felt and thought
Seen and sought
Afterwards on the regular
And the very basis of much poetic power
That I chose to endure
And accepted all challenges that came with it
As I feel exceptionally compelled
To engage it at every literary angle
With ferocity
Intensity and a certain specificity
That has encompassed me
Both inside and out
So as anyone would be able to see
And through more than just the eyes
As I have come to truly realize
All while keeping my eyes on the prize
And steady catapult and rise
Beyond everything I think and thought
Is poetically possible
Without any fear or fright
Day or night
Always on the mind
And consistently a target in sight
Came into this gradually
But now rolling fully with this
And it’s been more than alright
For I have established much
Poetic love and clout
And poetry for me
Both lyrically and artistically
Has been what its all about
A constant and penetrating light
Even in the darkness
With much more but nothing less
Never quiet but always shouts
An endless supply that never runs out
So poetry to me
And the art of poetry for me
Without a shadow of doubt
Is a light that never goes out
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