Poetry

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It has been said to me

That poetry

Is but Words

And Gobbledygook.

So how can I explain

What poetry is?

It’s something intangible,

An atmosphere,

A spiritual thing.

Poetry is essence,

Touching the soul.

A kind of Magic,

As Queen used to sing.

It makes you tingle

And shudder

And glow.

Much more than a shopping list

Or legal decree

Poetry flows from the heart,

Lyrically lancing

Through space and time

To create a universe

Of bountiful beauty,

Where even the ugliest monstrosity

Is transformed

Into heaven

On Earth.

It saddens me to think

That seemingly soulless people

Miss out

On this.

So all I can do

Is keep on singing,

Carry on writing

In the enduring hope

That one day

They will see the light.

Paul Butters

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