I love poetry. It is in the oxygen I breathe, and in the blood that courses through me. We have so many means now, with which to create, express and share, that our poetry can cross any boundary.
What a storyteller speaks in a few pages, a poet parcels out in a few lines of verse. For his or her craft is marked by economy of words for maximum expression.
Poetry may seem obtuse or quizzical to some. That is because it dares to probe below the floorboards, look behind closed doors, and follow the shadows we hardly notice.
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