A Short Essay Poem by Matthew Holloway

To those who do not know
Or fears the lies of poetry
It is something bright, beautiful
I read and listen to verses
And find my soul touched
Forget the rules and demands
Of a sonnet or haiku
Let language flow
From a I miss you
To I love you
Words are a beautiful fruit
Sweet upon our lips
And poetry is its basket
A summer harvest
Gift your heart like mine
To that as yet unwritten line
To poetry, poetry, is beauty