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What Poetry Is

What Poetry Is




In time
   silent ripples
    wave
   more quiet than sound
  less melodic than water
 wash ashore, arrange
  green garments in motion
     rock in trance 
         spoken sound 
             colours circles 
                interlinks spirals
                 reaches
                touches
             fingers on keyboard
        grows larger
evolves                 into lines
expands               meaning
              sentences
     arranged into images
      for your eager mind

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July 2, 2017 

Copyright © Darren White

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