Poetry.

This was written , after noticing that there was
such a struggle in describing poetry.
What poetry might be, should be, would be.
This is my description, my views on the subject.

It may Express,
Create & foster.
The inward Soul.

It's like a flower.
Reflecting color.
It's beauty to behold.

It summons us,
To render vision,
Presenting it across.

With Soaring,
Sweeping,
Riding currents.

A set of words,
That blend together.
To radiate a special thought.

It is a way,
Of reaching Feelings.
Of understanding Life.

It tells a story,
Of passing Glory.
Some moment of the Past.

A tune - one plays.
In Lyric harmony,
That rhythm blossoms.

It's like a nightingale,
That chirps so freely.
With symphony galore.

A Landscape,
Full of beauty.
With natural perfumes.

And If & When,
Success emerges.
Elation flows.

With warm heart & admiration,
To you the PUBLIC.
For sharing special Dreams.

Nikolay Brovcenko 1995