
Poetry is the sword that
slayed the demon
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Poetry is the sword that
slayed the demon
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Poetry is effervescent hope
birthed in an eruption of
joyous adjectives
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Poetry is reminiscing about a
past painted in watercolors
and light
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Poetry is the secret hidden
in plain sight
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Beneath her surface lies
Unfathomable truths
Jealousy guarded
Her roaring a warning
That what she takes
Will not be returned the same
All are tithes to the moon-drunk sea
She takes all manner of tribute
Hopes
Dreams
Prayers
Secrets
Grief
Gratitude
Messages
Stone
Glass
Vessels
Bounty
Life
She is not picky
Transmuting all inside her churning depths
Into polished fragments to be left
As glittering pieces amongst the sand
Some emerge as treasure
Others tragedy
Everything transformed
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Poetry is love that
sits unrequited
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Poetry is trapping
nightmares in amber
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Poetry is the doorway
to conversations with ourselves
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Poetry is the freshly dug grave
for what is difficult to bury
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Poetry is the embodiment
of dreams
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