A poem can feel as shocking as reaching for a door handle.
And as comforting as a sweater.
Make us turn up our nose in disgust
Like smelling rotten leftovers
Or the sweet scent of spring morning dew
It can leave us with a bad taste in our mouth like spoiled sour milk
Or something as tasteful as an apple
Its words can be as abrasive as metal across a chalkboard
On the other hand relaxing like the song of birds
The reflection of a rough time staring back at us
Or the dream of what we desire presenting itself to us
Poems are like us
Able to be
Shocking or comforting
Rotten or sweet
Sour or tasteful
Abrasive or soothing
Rough or a dream
Anything
Like them,
We can embody qualities on both sides too
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Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
By Giulia Viti3 days ago in Fiction
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Excellent and descriptive. Great poem.
So beautifully said! Poems can be so many things -- you described their essence so well :)