If you dig music, you'll feel at home in a poem. Even if you don't yet know it. Poetry and music share DNA. They're both rhythmic, engaging and invoking. The right song will bring you from a gloom and shake you out of any heavy doldrums. A poem of the right sort can raise the sun, awaken a true smile and unfold new expression.
Either can have you dancing in your seat, snapping your fingers and bobbing your head. If you don't believe me -- look back at The Beats.
Words, man. The right ones say everything and the wrong ones lead to every thing that could have been said. They're tear drop shaped stepping stones that rush you on or flush you out.
Words hold memory, trap fear and release ambivalence. They are the gateway from one thought to another. In the palm of the soul of a word is the breath to every question you've ever desired to pose.
It's all in the word, and how you use it. And aren't we such lucky, lucky ducks that there are so many for us to create from.
Poetry is in motion. It's in the way you bat your lashes, roll your shoulders and cross your ankles. The part of her hair, the twitch of his lips and the wink of an eye.
Don't let these poetry days pass you by. Create, in your head or on the page. And the turn up the radio -- it's all music to these ears.
Today's word is: pulchritudinous
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