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What Poetry Means
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Poetry to me is a nice story , an enchanting  tale
A  princess meeting  her prince charming
Snow white and the seven little dwarves
A story to be told and retold in different ways .

Those fleeting impressions we're  trying to catch
When we see green trees ,sunsets , sunny  mornings
The impact on us ,so great we have to write it  down in words .


It's  a play of language ; fine language ,
language that will live thousands years later.
Like songs  of  joy, of sorrow and of the ordinary.

Poetry , a subject in school  we don't have to study hard .
Just scribble some rubbish the  teacher will  say , " Isn't she creative ?"
Moreover there's acting and story telling to make poetry lively .

Some poems make you  read hungrily between lines
Trying to find the hidden meanings , messages there.
Some  poets   yearn and groan emotions  imagine ;
Paint in words until  they're caught up with  passions  they pen.


How much of it is truths ,how much lies ,poets never analyse
Lost in the wonders of their creativity ; in the art of impressing ;
In poetry land !

Yet if they are lies why are they like truths ?
That's  the beauty of it all !
For  if  poetry is so ordinary, who'll read it
Who'll watch actresses or actors  that don't act.

Sometimes we like to break free from poetry
And walk on solid ground again .
Because a poet  is like a person flying across the
sunsets , across the stormy waves , without wings , free .
One able to stand tall in the midst of his fellow men .

Agatha Lai