People hunt, kill and torture animals with thought. Yet all those who have pets know that all animals are capable of great emotion, they have feelings. They feel pain, they love, they wonder.
Poetry – It’s what I do
It’s what I do
I reach down inside
To find what I believe
To put into the words
My lungs can breathe.
When I get it right
The emotions well inside
Give it everything
With nothing denied.
I don’t care if you get it
It’s not about you.
It’s about what I think
About what I do.
It might be pointless,
Useless, completely askew
As long as it’s me
It’s absolutely true.
Opher 3.12.2012
I was merely musing about the futility of writing poetry.