Saturday, March 24, 2012

ARS POETICA-2

AND THEN THERE WERE WORDS...

Poetry is 
the perfume of 
a picturesque presence.
Life is a sensational painting
on canvas
passing so fast
sometimes with no loose effect.
Poetry relieves nostalgia in movies with
music banging
on drums
to lead you through.
Poetry is dance of words
jumping in feast.
Poetry provokes arts
in life
with arts and life
a foot print of visionary images.
Poetry is the picture of perfume
when you are wearing
to walk in the wood
or in a silent alley
and then there were words.
If you are surrounded
by nature and silence
you are not in solitude.
POETRY IS SOLITUDE.

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