Katrina Kaye

It’s not all poetry;
sometimes the words don’t have much
weight other than their grouping of letters.

Sometimes it is just the sound of a car door slamming
or a pale strip where the watch once sat on left wrist.
Not all birdsongs praise the morning or carry a sweet tune;
some merely squawk or warn the cat is in the yard again.

It’s not poetry,                        but a brick house,

all bones and no spirit,

with the phantom of history

pressing its nose against window glass.

Poetry doesn’t always appear at the break of day
or in the eyes of a loved one.
There doesn’t need to be poetry in all daily pondering,
and for many, there is little thought to poetry at all.
And even when a poetic sentiment is expressed,
the intent can be lost, miscommunicated, forgotten.
Poetry doesn’t always do what we think it should.

But, you have the power to create poetry:

to see the warped floorboards as a symbol of home,
to find song and prayer in the bloated squirrel of
the side of the highway.

What a miraculous gift to see a poem or two in a blade of grass

            a strangely formed cloud,                   an empty coke can.

It’s not all poetry, but if you are able

            to shift your focus,                              look between the cracks

            allow the mind to spiral and ponder,

                        poetry can be created.

Remember that the next time your heart breaks.
Remember that the next time the cloud blocks out the sun,

            or you forget your coat on a chilly morning.

Remember poetry is there for those who seek.

 

 

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