Poetry
Poetry is, because it is the natural way
the breath, the rhythm
the language of the body and the mind
The Dead Poets Society met in a cave to read and share verse. This group is for poets who are very much alive, who have words running, pulsating through their veins. From an outside landscape that can be harsh and barren, we come together in this nurturing, verdant oasis; fellow wanderers, wonderers, sharing our words.
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Humbled and awed, I bow, once again, before the Elder of my Order. In the truth of poetry - spare, succinct, yet full and flowing - you have said IT ALL in less than twenty words.
I'm kneeling and bowing....
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