Poetry And Love Poem by Dmitry Garanin

Some people are telling me
they are greater poets than I,
more poetic natures.

I answer:
"Then write something
or type it,
and I'll read it
and make friendly comments,
maybe I'll suggest improvements."

I am thinking about my little daughter -
when they asked her
how she loves her father,
she answered:
"By the hand."

So what, then, is poetry?
Everyone understands it differently.
Can there be poetry without a pen or a key?
Can it exist without action?

Probably
poetry is love.

New York,29 October 2014