The Way the World Ends
What is Poetry?
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
Imaginary gardens with real toads in them.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Poetry is frosted fire.
-J. Patrick Lewis
Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you.