Poetry Poem by welkin siskin

In poetry words tangled
spread
Like the puff of Marlboro

in frigid winter

or puffs of frosty vapor breathed
Out at the crack of dawn.

I uncover several things in poetry

To name some,
the nature of beast

of lives, elegance and thrust

In tune singing right through my chords.

Consider the wind in Autumn

it is not seen,

known or felt approaching toward you.

Poetry is something,

a strange energy perhaps,

Perhaps something unseen

and yet approaching

Being some kind of tender animate form.

I say poetry is an animate form

For it dances within you,

converses and whispers

within you,

with you since you start writing-

from its tangled state

to the final state of flowering,
from being to becoming.

Poetry cares about my feelings,

my imaginations stretching

in the length of thoughts,

cultivate ideas in me,

and thus spoken

words twitter striking
all.