. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Craft

Saturday, December 21, 2024

The Craft


 The Craft 


(A lone voice speaks to a crowd of poets)


You do know everyone has their own magical style 


A style filled with such wild illustrious promises and kaleidoscope's of such deep vivid depths


For in poetry

No stone is left uncovered, 

Ranging from life to death


Whispers of love’s wild explosive adrenaline filled triumphs 


Everlasting hope or altarpieces of self-fulfillment


Descents into darkness

Opening portals to dimensions of festive destruction


And at the core for the inquisitive 


The Red Flag

The smiling frown

Up or down 


The fire to ignite a curious reader's eyes to the soul 


That really matters

Is the what

Why and guile


It's quite simple

It's why everyone has their own magical style 


For there is no guide to the labyrinth of the mind


When you enter poetry's smiling black and white turnstiles


And line up to read or write


 With so many other groups of people who are still walking or standing still in history


In single file


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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