The Poetry Poem by Catherine Yen

The Poetry

A poem is only
Using your hand to hold gently
A child’s cheek with the translucent eyes as pigeon
Down your breathing so as not to
Disturb the wing of a moth whispered:
'Look'

A poem is only
Using your fists to blow heavily to
The atrocious hypocrisy and insolence under the seat of the knight in bronze
Using your voice like the thunder sweeping
A degenerated world
Pointing to the distance with a new finger