From Poetry 205 Fall 2017 to Poetry 205 Spring 2019. This poem was compiled from students’ responses to the above equation.
What is Poetry?
I. a baby’s first tears, wrapped in the arms of a mother with fears a cigarette bowing to the flame and a vision upon paper with inked emotion a light breeze making branches sway and the sun’s dance on hard concrete a mouthful of honey, the sweetest stopping of breath a cluster of words with power to break history and sleep with lullabies an escape; suddenly you find a light that guides you to freedom a life preserver: keeping me from drowning in my thoughts the sky at night, open yet hard for one to see without clear vision as stimulating as green tea and as hard to sleep after
II. Rhythm, brain down to fingertips exploding Life with depth, a looking glass, an entrance to a world Poetry opens unlearned minds to live the impossible through the imagined
III. a rebirth of ideas, precisely ironed the power to defy time the soul coming out to speak an attempt to point
IV. A poet is a soldier, lover, and fighter packed in one. A therapist for all aspects of my being A poet is a pathologist and the muse his corpse, cracking open each vein to see what brought it to his table.
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You school me with your trochees and well-oiled forgery
seasoned with elbow grease so that nothing
not the overnighting left overs
not the knife marks
not the hunger
stay for long, the most
anyone could ask