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Understanding Poetry
& what do you see?
Writing a poem is
like running with a pack of wolves
& being accepted
as one of their own
until you can keep up no longer
or dancing all night
with a room full of strangers
in some wild celebration
& waking up the next morning
alone in a vacant lot
You know how sometimes
of the word for something?
Well I'd like to become
but language keeps wandering away
from what it's supposed
to be talking about
Writing poetry is its own reward
Nothing we utter
is the truth for long
No matter how much you read
you'll never find
your place in a book
Language is like a children's game gone mad
by making sounds instead of words
When we got what we wanted
we used those sounds again
The true content of poetry
isn't in the meaning of the words
but in the energy that is it's source
Understanding poetry is like going
who doesn't live anywhere
No use knocking
Nobody's home
& the door's wide open
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