Poetry is fluid like liquid, like an undulating river swiftly flowing out to sea where it meets others like it and swirls together to create something new and amazing.
Poetry is an impression left in clay that hardens over time, a series of grooves left in a rock face that say someone was here, that validates existence in a way that cannot be undone.
Poetry is an avalanche of emotions, twisting and tumbling down a steep decline, picking up more emotional overflow along the way, pushing and pressing all the way to the valley floor.
Poetry is a muse, whispering in my ear, tickling my senses to make me laugh and cry, sometimes at the same one true moment of discovery, leading me to places I would never arrive at on my own.
This is My Poetic Muse.