Raw Beauty of Poetry

Poetry is but an illusion of the moment

written in a time of here and now

yet felt by the reader in a multitude of ways

elements shown in an folding of ways

as poetry is written to emotions and view points of life

that can not otherwise be felt or seen by the naked state of mind and eye.

Poetry is but a canvas painted in a vast collection of colours

a symphony of elegant notes that drive to the heart, mind and soul

this and this alone is the raw value of poetry

but sadly lost in a grammatical demanding society

everything must be perfectly right for those who forget to see the raw beauty

only seeing a surface of the canvas with an image

attacking all little 'mistakes' as they forget those true shades or harmonics .

How bland poetry would become

if its raw beauty would become truly lost

to those so closed off from true beauty, to those that only see the surface

I merely say this view past the surface

read by feeling with your heart and soul

not just by your eyes.