Poetry is the optimum example of art imitating nature. It explores beauty, diversity, incongruity, and conundrum. It delves into the human mind and tries to excavate the boundaries of the very soul.
It uses nature and life as opposing metaphors in an attempt to explain the unknowable. Even when it is earthy and plain it is esoteric and lyrical. Poetry binds us in a spiritual thrall that awes the senses.
Good poetry is the condensation, the essence, the nectar of writing. It is the liquor that is left after thought is distilled to basic truth. Forceful, emotion-filled words that cut past the mind to nestle in the central core of humanity.
Forms can give consistency, but it is the words that do the work. When they fall off the tongue and cast a spell, it is poetry. Let poetry live.
Year
Scarlet, amber, russet
rustles in the trees,
as Mother Nature starts
a glorious striptease.
Then naked she lays
on her earthy bed
and waits winter's caress
'neath his soft white spread.
On arising in springtime
she's gravid with need
and in profusion
puts forth pollen and seed.
Throughout summer
she has her gestation
'fore bringing forth fruit
to feed each nation.
Nature's Air
How sweet the air,
how warm the breeze
that moves the hair
in ways that please.
How warm the breeze
that susurrates
in ways that please
and peace creates
That susurrates
like winds in pine
and peace creates,
feeling divine.
Like winds in pine
so fragrant, fair—
feeling divine—
how sweet the air
Noun Or Verb
Incense,
dual purpose word,
the portent is in the context
English, the language that obscures the meaning
the dictionary grows by bounds
definitions layer,
the net take out—
incense.