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By Lulu Date: 2003 Apr 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.01.19.10.7944]] |
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Words are simply words until you put them to poetry. You could raid the dictoniary of the most precious and inspiring words...but they would still be plain words. Putting those plain words to poetry..stimulates the words to prance. Words are on the paper waiting to be read..Poetry jumps out at you and pulls you inside. When words are put to poetry they crawl off the page and dig into your soul. You read words, Poetry reads you. Words just peel off the page, while Poetry flies from the paper, down your throat and those ordinairy words are stabbed into your heart. Poetry is touching, frightening, heartbreaking, soul-bending, loving, hating, beautiful, repulsive, and even more... Yet I cant find a single word, phrase, style or form.. that could possible justify this feeling. I am yet to find a way to explain these emotions. There is no style of writing, no dancing words, no anything.. that could possibly caputer this exhilaration...So I'll stop trying. |