Poetry in Motion

Poetry in motion

Poetry in motion

Poetry in motion

Poetry is not in motion

It is not the turning of a wheel

The movement of a cog

The finely tuned mechanical movement

Of a set piece

In accordance to a formula

It is passion

It is freedom

It is the ability to express oneself

However they may feel

It is the spirit within

That defines poetry

And gives it meaning, soul and feeling

Poetry is instant

Freedom without constraint 

A wheel turning to its own tune

Unreliant on the adjoining piece

Poetry is the motion

Of a soul confused

Unable to put the pieces together

Yet able to pull them apart

And reveal mysteries

Unseen to the mechanical eye