New Poetry Daze

New Poetry Daze

Poetry is not what it seems. 

It refuses to wear a tie. 

It doesn't have a day, 

even when personified. 

It doesn't care for rhyme, 

prefers to remain stress-free 

and it's syllables are private. 

Poetry is not the military, 

it doesn't have to stand in line, 

salute preconceived ideas, 

march on the orders of General Opinion, 

be confined to the barracks of books. 

Poetry has a problem with meaning 

it can send out multiple messages 

with one cute metaphor, 

embrace paradox, 

be exploratory, 

and hesitate before fixed ideas. 

Poetry is your wild card, 

it thrives on its poverty 

to create a world out of nothing, 

it can challenge 'reality' 

with a flagon of Salvador Dali, 

it can laugh in the face of 'rules' 

and forge paths unknown to pens. 

Poetry is the primordial soup, 

formless, opaque, hydrogenous
with the promise of light; 

of stars 

and a the uniqueness 

of it's own universe. 

Poetry is ' Dark Matter ', 

continuing to confound 

the scientific mind, 

measurable by intuition 

and insight thinking. 

Poetry can be all things, 

and nothing 

and everything in between. 

There is nothing it can't do, 

nothing it can't be. 

You can mould your own version 

and train it as a pet, 

feed it and water it 

with your very own concepts, 

discipline it, 

walk it on a lead 

but poetry is a vapour 

refusing to be kettled, 

forming huge 

travelling clouds, 

giving life through it's rain. 

Don't mess with poetry 

it's not what it seems!

Trev Teasdel