POEMS: A Collection

What is the essence of writing poetry?
Is it to dare to be as gods among mortals?
Is it to pluck the cello strings of the heart
Of your audience like one such as Yo Yo Ma?
Is it reinvigorate the essence of your craft, at
Least in your eyes, in your blood, in your ears?
Is it to humbly offer verses that might one day
Culminate in the improvement of the world, or
Of the listener, or to expose in brilliant light
Hidden human truth no one talks about?
Is it in fact the soft musings of those for whom
Society says there is no place, home, or rest?
Is it the way those of us who are those people
Find a place, a home, or a rest, apart from all?
Is it in the end the illumination of truth we see
Subjectively in an effort to bring objectivity to
A world on fire? Is it illumination of darkness or
Of Light in shadow? What is it to be a poet?
For in the end we all are ones, we ourselves
Are a collective as a collective poem.
What is poetry? For me it is the key to that
Which holds true meaning, truth, painted
With a brush divine on a canvas of souls
Woven together in our collective subconscious.
Poetry is. What is poetry? The answer lies
Deep inside, unable to hide, and though
I've tried, it is so wide, it'll bridge even the
Deepest divide. Poetry is.