Poetry Poem by Anthony J. O.

A poem? A poem is a breath of truth.
The poet is the breather.
He breathes truth unto the canvas of hurt which is our Earth.
Poetic is every-thing that conceals truth.
A universal; - A deep truth.
Poetic is he who confronts grief;
She who preaches affection.
He who penetrates a mind (just like his own) and turns it into his own.
He who reads a poem, he is a poet.
Poetic quality is not determined by the seekers of an inherent truth,
It is determined via vehicles of abstraction.
Let it come unto you and you will find – truth.

In the stormiest of clouds a thread will dance and it will rejoice.
It will rejoice for its shortcomings.
Rejoice for its despair.
Rejoice for every second of bodynumbing, breathtaking, mindboggling torture.
Because it is all true.

We are the threads. He is the truth. He is a poet. Poetry is truth.