| poetry would like to ask question about my poetry?
a lightening bolt screams from the sky and crashes down on my desk.
i run to the kitchen
and grab my cat.
make a cup of coffee
and take a biscotti.
i open the door.
rain drops fall
gently kiss
my face and eyelashes
as i throw my head back
and get lost in the sky.
breathe in the day,
smell of rain
fills me whole,
as i let go
exhale the fight.
Harsh critics always want to classify poems into categories. What makes a poem? Things like rhythm, imagery, ideas. Art can be whatever one decides.
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