What is a poem?
It is the children dipping their innocent toes
in the brook during their favorite summerday...
It is a grandmother humming a country song,
cradling her big ol' fat lazy cat...
It is a sweating activist crying out for change
to thereupon fall in his hands...
It is a deep-seated angst of an abandoned
street-child, rolling his eyes in paranoia...
It is a small island, tired of being fondled by the
ripples of the ocean...
It is the red shining apple in the tree, in danger
of falling...
It is a dazed damsel in distress, looking at the
cracked mirror...
It is a dusty blank notebook, its crooked pages
tearing apart...
It is about dancing naked in the rain and
prostrating in the wet grass, smiling...
It is a glorious bonfire, furious but calm...
It is a double-edged sword, bragged and swung in
war by an omnipotent warrior...
It is a silent prayer, however deafening across
the sweeping ocean...
It is one of those falling leaves of autumn,
dancing with the gentle wind...
It is learning how to kiss for the first time...
It is one of those dark, sleepless nights...
It is an endless question
And a pointless endeavor...
It harbors an inner conflict
On whether to end this with a period.
Or an ellipsis.....
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