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Poetry.
What is it,
But a sequence of words
Tethered to bring about greater meaning?
What is poetry, but a portal into a world beyond human comprehension?
Each line inked cements its worth,
I graciously place one above the other
Like I’m creating an agate stone.
Wisdom embedded is re-current
Yet it goes unheard —
— Much like the b in subtle —
— Poetry sneaks up on you
With a message — an image,
That takes a moment to notice.
Much like the shape of this entire poem:
“Oh, look. A crooked home”
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: AngelGanev
