Poetry is
Written 2026-01-27
Poetry is the wind...
Blowing my mind away,
Pulling it back to grind...
Rhyming a verbal clay...
Poetry is the lace...🌊
Made by the waves and sands,
Sacred and secret place,
Letters we wrote on hands..
Poetry is the rain...🌧
Whispering to the ground,
Very unique but plain...
Inner authentic sound...
Poetry is a bird...🦜🌸
Sitting on blossom tree...
Something you can afford
Priceless and always free..
Poetry can be a mess...⚡️
Foggy art-house dawn,
Coffee and game of chess,
Queen with a face of pawn...
Poetry can be a cure... 🌱
А́ miable atmosphere,
Innocent, soft and pure,
Beautiful and sincere...
Poetry is a heart...❣️
Beating under the skin.
It's an ethereal art...
...everywhere and within...
january 2025
* to "Pull back to grind" - знову братися за справу після відпочинку
* "an ethereal art" - тонко-матеріальне мистецтво