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Ars Poetica

Poetry should not be hindered by objectivity

The only thing it needs to be

Is a catalyst born from brevity.


Poetry is shaking hands and carpal tunnel

It is rhyming schemes and a tattered journal

It is now, tomorrow, yesterday, and maybe later.


It comes from the rain, bubbling out,

the laughter from a baby’s mouth.

It changes with the seasons

It grows in both directions


Every new passion,


forges a new page;

A style immortalizing moments in that way.


And there when you look is where you’ll always find me.

Compounded in the confines,

the freedom in my poetry.