LoomingMoon2night

Why must poetry Be beautiful? Be sad? Be deep? Must it always Have morals For one To reap? We search for hidden meaning In each line of poetry In each word of poetry As if it were treasure Hidden by the pirates of literature For us to seek out And claim for our own. We look to poetry As a source of beauty As we look towards a flower Standing tall, petals tipped open As if wanting to embrace the sun and the sky, Colours gleaming in the light For our viewing pleasure. We seek out emotion In poetry As if we are emotionless ourselves And searching for replacements. As if we were empty shells of man and woman, Using poet