This is Poetry:

I’m happy to say that I am participating in the Trifectawritingchallenge.com challenge this week with a poem aptly titled “This is Poetry”.  It’s a poem about what poetry is to me.  I hope you all enjoy and check out the wonderful community at Trifecta. 

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This is Poetry:   

The word gnaws on flesh and bone, feasts on the heart of things, sings from the gutter; “meat for the synagogue, cast on the pavement.”

This is Poetry:   

Knowing that we exist outside of our conditional mindset; we are more than the sum of our programs/we are more than the culmination of our experiences/we are more than we realize and more than we’d like to admit because then we might just have to take a handful of responsibility for our actions/we are more than a reaction to stimuli/

This is Poetry:   

Time does not exist as a measurable unit unless you build a structure in which you create that unit and, by doing so, create time itself.  I am time/I am outside of time/I am the new unit of measure.  I am just a human being making the noises of my species.

This is Poetry:   

The stars exhaust me, infinity makes me sad and darkness overwhelms me – but that can all be overcome by being present in the moment where there is nothing to fear; not even death, not even pain, not even loss or darkness or infinity or spiders.  Nothing.  Not in this moment.  This moment is my eternal poem.

This is Poetry:   

Hard hitting hindrance to silence’s reign of terror, to fear’s quest for control, to domination’s ivory tower, to oppression’s hidden agenda, to the elite’s propaganda machine, to the hot breath of the rapist, to the cool kiss of politicized death, to the tempest of tortured innocents, to the terror of walls built higher and higher, to my own soul’s darkest corners.

This is Poetry:   

Not a violent revolution, not a war, not a fight to the death, not a battle cry, not a mournful sob or an inhuman howl; but simple human love in honest light exposed for those who dare to witness it with fullness of sorrow and ecstasy/fully conscious monsters of humanity/WE/as one poet//compose the world into existence-

And this/is poetry…