Rumi said something to the effect that poetry gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.
It, poetry, plucks at your heartstrings and makes music.
Poetry goes beyond the logic of prose; there is mystery in each one, a mystery not be explained but, rather, to be admired.
© Silence Sounds Like
Silence sounds too much like you’ll be going;
Peace preys like a wolf longing for the hunt,
Serenading mocking love fragments from the past.
Autumn songs, once hidden like stars during light,
Return to the desert after summer blends into fall,
Bring winter’s chaos as if thunder in spring’s soul.
Swimming in a Van Gogh joy and red cosmic dreams,
I never wished for your hand-me-down dreams,
Your washed-out, washed-up, rented future for one.
Hail the part-time dreamer, the full-time idiot,
The lover who came with no warnings,
Conceding to counterfeit honesty……..
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