The Path To Perfect Poetry
Poetry is like a scroll or a road map,
set ablaze with various expressions
guiding us towards an understanding
of what is required, if we define poetry
as being perfect in each and every way.
Thus the writer and the reader
join in partnership, to partake of
some great or small inspiration,
leading to the betterment of both,
else why the bother and the effort,
the time and the energy?
Surely the writer must strive towards
what many call perfect or perfection,
as when a man sees a girl or a woman
declaring her perfect or absolutely perfect,
or as perfection or absolute perfection,
as that is all he sees, as soon as he sees her.
To convey that in one's creative poetry
is not limiting it to the realm of romantic rhyme,
such as lovesick Romeo describing his Juliet,
but in one's inmost being, where one develops
a sweet affection, a preference, or a standard
that is the measure of all that is seen thereafter.
Thus the poet presents us with a landscape
of this united travelled journey towards our goal,
either portrayed in the writing or the reading.
What sometimes affects me, is the joy in reading
one of my earlier poems again, a few years later
and receiving it as if written by somebody else,
seen as with different eyes than when first written.
The poems may not be perfect... and yet...
they were the milestones upon my journey,
the sudden snapshots of years gone by,
the markers of my hopes and dreams,
the presence of poetry and prophecy,
the pleasant proof of the perfect divine love
and the helping guiding hand of my God...
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